by Maggie Twain
For a second, I squeeze her hand before throwing it down. “You just made the biggest mistake of your career.”
I storm away.
Eleven
Mel
“Doll, you not coming home?” Izzy’s ready to leave and has her gym bag slung over a shoulder. When I shake my head the knowing smile slowing curls on her lips. “I think I know what you’re waiting around for.”
“Is it that obvious?” Of course it is. At every chance, I’ve been watching Max from a distance. The way he bosses that movie set, how he moves and that he has such dedication to his art. Finally, those dreamy curls that make him look so innocent when he’s anything but. I’d been there for a moment of bliss when we both gazed at each other through the madness that is a movie set and for those few seconds of perfection, it was as if nothing else in the world existed, or ever had. And then Olivia Owens dragged him away. I sigh at the memory. It’s his job. Thank God that Danny had been around to reassure me of what was going on because otherwise, I don’t know what I would have done.
If we can’t be together soon, my heart and mind will never be the same. The very thought of such things makes me feel fuzzy inside, almost like I’m floating away. How will it feel to have Max inside of me, thrusting ever deeper, stretching me to my limits, filling me, releasing his seed inside of me, maybe even fertilizing me? How will it feel to have Max’s child growing inside of me? I close my eyes and shiver delightfully.
“Hello? Earth to Mel, are you there?”
“Huh?”
Her mouth plunges wide open in the most comical expression I’ve ever seen. “What are you thinking about?”
I have to turn away because I know I’m blushing. “Oh, just tomorrow’s menu.”
“Are we having wieners?”
I turn around and now it’s my turn to gape. “Izzy! Will you go home.” I prod her out the marquee and march her halfway over to the perimeter before giving the nuisance a final shove towards the gate. “See you tomorrow.”
She laughed the entire way and her grin’s still too large for comfort. “Have fun playing scrabble tonight.”
Ugh.
I have to wait around for another hour until finally, the crew starts heading for vehicles or trailers. Max strolls off set surrounded by a crowd of important movie people. He’s watching me the entire time as he approaches, covered in dust after having driven a bulldozer through a timber wall six times.
“Hi,” he says simply, “you’re still here.”
“I was waiting for you.” I’d have waited forever.
His expression remains serious. “Well, since you’re here, you might as well come and see where I conduct my operation.” He’s Arthur.
I swallow. “Yes, of course.”
He possessively places his arm around my midriff, which feels thrilling, and I don’t even care that he’s getting dust all over my work clothes, in fact, I want him to cover me all over in it. He shows me inside and I’m amazed at its size and splendor. It’s almost as large as the diner, has soft leather couches, ornate tables, art, an enormous movie screen, bar, the largest refrigerator I’ve ever seen and many of the edges are trimmed with gold. I can’t imagine what it must be like to drive this thing.
He closes the door behind us and I feel beyond exhilarated to finally be alone with Max after being forced to wait all day, in fact, I think it’s been the longest day of my life. His voice sounds deeper than ever now that we’re confined. “I need to take a shower, so why don’t you go and help yourself to a drink and make yourself at home.”
“Uh-huh,” I nod, suddenly quite nervous and gaze at his backside as he disappears inside another room and the sound of cascading water soon follows.
I go to the bar and fix myself a soda water with ice and a dash of orange cordial. I spend the next few minutes looking at the many wall-mounted movie posters of Max. There are also images of him with various familiar co-stars, including one where he’s making Brad Pitt look very average indeed.
The door opens and my attention is suddenly stolen by Max breezing out the shower wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. My throat goes dry immediately and I have to take a large gulp from my glass. I also feel the need to look away, quick, because I’m like a child caught with her hands in the cookie jar, but I just can’t tear my eyes from that physique.
Oh, but he’s built. He has wide shoulders and a V-tapered torso that leads down to a slender waist with some very prominent abdominals and the muscles in his arms pop with barely any effort. I feel so vulnerable but in the most incredible way and my knees go weak when he stands before me and I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes.
He places his hands on my shoulders in a way that almost makes me melt. “There’s something you want to ask me, isn’t there Mel?”
I swallow. “Um, yes,” ok, here goes, best start from the beginning, “what should I call you?”
His eyes widen in surprise at such a question. “You don’t know my name?”
I take in a deep breath and I see flashing stars in my vision. “Of course, I know your name, but what do you want me to call you?” I make my best innocent face. “Most people in your line of work change their names, don’t they?”
He turns away so that I see the musculature of his back twitching as he runs his hands through his wet hair. “You may call me what you know me as.”
Ok, that line didn’t work. Time to try another. “Where did you grow up?” Earlier, Danny had told me both answers. Max grew up in Hollywood and Arthur a place called Abilene, two towns over. I’m hoping he doesn’t say that though.
He’s still looking away. “I’m from Abilene and I moved to Gallup to get away from the feds so that I could start my empire.” This isn’t working. Hmm, maybe one last attempt.
I step closer. “What do you like to do for fun?”
He steps away towards the bar and fixes himself a glass of whiskey. “Fun?” He tips back the glass, draining the contents in one. “I ain’t got no time for fun. Running this type of business is a full-time occupation.” He leans over the countertop, his hands grip hard around the gold railing and the muscles bulge from his arms as he hunches over.
I sigh and feel very sad, this might have been something truly incredible but I don’t know this man and don’t feel that I ever will. I place my arm across his back and whisper, “thanks for what you did for Jimmy. Whoever that was, Arthur or Max, it was the kindest thing anyone’s ever done.” I kiss him gently on the cheek and say, “goodbye, Max, wherever you are,” before turning towards the door and heading out.
I’m just about to reach for the handle when the floor starts bouncing from his weight, I twist around and immediately his hands are in my hair.
“I’m Max Falcon and you are my woman,” he groans into my ear and I immediately feel the pool of wetness collecting between my legs. Before I can even think, I’m being scooped up and carried effortlessly halfway across the length of the trailer and dumped on the bar top.
“Max,” I sigh as my mind tries to catch up with what’s happening. I’m glancing down to where his towel’s projecting outwards like a teepee tent. “I want you.”
He wastes no time and rips apart my uniform from the center, a half dozen buttons scatter all over the place and then he’s hastily tugging my arms out and casting the garment to the floor. He’s on my tits at once, his large hands seizing, pulling and squeezing whilst I reach around my back to fumble with that annoying hook. I feel the release of tension and then my breasts are falling free. His eyes bulge and his mouth is immediately on a nipple, its hard point being flicked by his tongue, nibbled by his teeth and sucked with his mouth.
I kick off my heels whilst he wrestles with my pants, peeling them down my legs and the second my flesh is exposed he’s clutching at my thighs like a possessed man. If it’s possible, the shape beneath his towel seems to expand yet further and I’m completely torn between what to remove first, my panties or that stupid loincloth. I go for my panties, but
make sure to graze that shape on the way and he groans from the merest contact. He helps by tearing away the thin layer of lace fabric in one effort so that now my snatch is completely open to him. I’ve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but he makes me feel so safe and I can’t wait to experience the feel of him being inside of me.
He gazes down and licks his lips. “I think you’re gonna need some work before I go in there.” He pulls me to the edge of the bar and has to crouch before he can bring his face towards me. I gasp at once as he buries himself in my most intimate area and I very nearly lose my balance and fall back. Instead, I manage to use my arms to prop myself up though I think they’ll buckle at any moment. I can’t see what he’s doing but I can most definitely hear the slurping, see his head rhythmically bobbing and feel his tongue swirling and slipping inside of me. He uses his fingers to part my lips and I shiver as his tongue delves ever further inside. Yes, I’m tight, I’ve never been touched there before, which is why he now struggles to insert even a finger inside of me.
“Jesus, fuck,” he groans as my walls squeeze fast around his digit, “this is not the best position to break you in.” His hands are beneath me again and then I feel like a feather as I’m being carried across the length of the trailer and then he’s kicking a door open before dumping me on a bed.
I have only a second to note I’m in the bedroom, on a very large and soft mattress, and Max is looming over me still wearing a towel. I need to fix this at once, so I’m up on my knees, reaching hungrily forwards and fumbling with the knot that binds the towel around his shapely ass. Finally, it loosens and when the towel slips down his thighs, I take a large involuntary gulp of air as I swoon back onto the bed.
He starts milking himself as the sly, confident grin slowly rises upon his face. “Now you know why I needed you comfortable.” He moves onto the mattress and nudges my knees further apart.
I can feel my body producing a river of juice in preparation for being penetrated for the very first time, I think I’m really going to need it, and mixed with Max’s saliva, I’m hoping this won’t be too painful. Either way, I’m determined to take every last inch of him no matter how much I’m ruined by the end of it.
I widen further as he shuffles forwards then grabs ahold of his shaft and steers his thick, shiny head towards my opening. The moment we connect, I feel a billion nerve endings setting on fire. The head of that thing is beyond thick, almost like a fist dipped in purple paint, and it looks angry, raging even, and has cum already dripping from the tip. He continues teasing my opening, allowing my lips to get used to his size before sinking in and I can see how frustrating it is for him not to drive straight into me, impaling me, though I’m not sure how long it can be before he breaks.
Leave it to Max, he knows what he’s doing.
“Baby, I fucking love how moist you are,” he slides his head around some more, just moving around the inside of my lips, adding his own pre-juice to mine. “Are you ready? You might feel this.” His voice is so deep, calm and reassuring, yet there’s also a fire there, like if he can’t be inside me soon then he’s going to explode.
I bite my bottom lip and although my body is screaming at me to let him in, I’m apprehensive nonetheless. Max is a very big man. “I’m ready.” I feel him push inside and my nails dig into his arms. “Ah, holy f…”
He blows out air and his eyes bug out as he adjusts to being clenched like a Chinese finger trap. “Fuck, baby, that’s tight.” He moves down onto his elbows so he can also enjoy my tits, that I’m getting the idea he loves, and it’s a much better angle for him to continue. When I loosen the pressure on his arms, he knows to push further inside.
The hardest part was definitely getting his head in me and now that I’ve taken that, it’s easier to adjust to the length of his shaft as he continues sinking deeper. I tense up and he stops.
“Come on, baby, you can do it, nice and easy.” It’s almost like merely hearing his groans in my ear is all it takes for my body to produce more lubricant and I clasp my ankles behind his ass, willing him forward, locking him within my grasp.
And then he breaks through my virginity and I bite my fist as a sharp pain is sent shooting through my body but it quickly subsides as I begin spilling blood onto the sheets.
“Awe, yeah, that feels so fucking good.” Our hips crush together as he impales me completely and there he remains, tears pricking at my eyes as our connection completes and we both adjust to this sensation, he to being crushed by my maiden pussy and me to being completely filled by this beautiful man’s throbbing manhood.
I make sweet little sighs as I see stars floating about the room and begin thrusting upwards with my hips, willing him to commence pumping in earnest. He needs no further instruction and he pulls out before pushing back in and now, with his second and third and every subsequent thrust, it’s as if more and more nerve endings are responding to being fucked.
He grunts into my ear, “man, this feels so good, I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”
It’s everything I want to hear. “I want to feel your seed spilling inside of me.” My only fear is that the longer he takes, the less I’ll feel that moment when he delivers that little piece of himself that will remain inside of me forever, perhaps even to breed new life. And then my entire body is taken over in convulsion as my nails dig into his back, my tunnel milks his cock for dear life and I’m halfway through my orgasm when I feel his hot jets flooding what small space still remains unfilled inside my passage.
We’re both shivering and it’s as if our flesh turns both hot and cold together as our sweat and cream mingle. His mouth covers mine and we sink into a soft, passionate kiss while he remains hard inside me. He moves back onto his knees, still without falling free, and with two strong hands behind my back, he pulls me up so that I’m now straddling him, our connection never breaking.
“Fucking ride me, Mel.” His hands slap into my thighs. “Ride me fucking hard.”
I don’t need telling twice so I begin moving, at first slowly rocking my hips with full penetration. I love the feeling of being completely filled by Max and I think I prefer this position to the other because now I’m the one in control and I realize I can angle my body so that his cock hits my sweet spot that I can tell will cause me to explode at any minute. I also love how my breasts, large and heavy, are looming over him, my nipples hard and pointed, and from the way he’s unable to take his eyes from them I can tell exactly how much he wants me, that I’m literally fucking a movie star, one of the world’s most desirable men and yet I have him like putty, quivering beneath me which makes me feel more powerful than I’ve ever felt before.
“Fuck yeah, I love this, keep going like that.” His fingers sink into my thighs and I gaze into his face as he bites his bottom lip. I caress his pectorals that twitch with the kneading of his hands, run my fingers down his prominent abdominals and finally, use his body as a support to enable me to now move up and down. It’s taken a while, including one orgasm, to adjust to his size, but I think that finally I can begin really milking that shaft with my pussy without causing myself any major discomfort.
I’m using my entire body now, feeling his size sliding out and impaling me again, faster, faster, I spare a second to glance down and see that his seed from before is being squished out from me. I don’t like that thought, not when I need every last drop of him to remain in situ, coating my womb, but I’m consoled by the thought that very soon, there’ll be a fresh wad firing upwards into me.
I feel something heavy and powerful brewing from deep within my body and a few seconds later I’m engulfed in electricity just as he uses all the strength in his arms to wrench me down, locking me in place as he spills his seed inside of me. His face contorts as his entire body jerks and still, I can feel jet after hot, sticky jet loosing against my cervix until finally, he allows me to collapse on top of him.
I fall into his arms and feel so small and protected as we embrace. I’m so tired that I close my eyes only
for a second but we both fall instantly asleep and do not rouse until morning.
Twelve
Max
I think it’s the smell of her, as much as her proximity, that causes me to wake with the most painful boner I’ve ever had in my entire life. I spent the night spooning Mel, her big ass crushing my cock against my thigh for so long that I think that right now my balls are filled with more cum than any man’s ever had in the history of this planet. But I think what’s truly tipped me over the edge is that for the entirety of the night, I’ve had her sweet smelling hair pressed against my face.
She’s still asleep and makes sweet little sounds with every exhalation of air, all whilst my pole is nestled snuggly in the crevice of her ass. I like my size and especially enjoy the reactions I get from women, particularly when they see it for the first time, but there can be no denying there are times when it’s an inconvenience. Add to that my heavy balls and it’s little wonder this girl has single-handedly all but wrecked my ability to properly do my job.
No more.
Finally, that demon has been dispelled but I can’t stop now.
Mel belongs to me, Max Falcon, and now I will get to fuck her as often as I please, I will get to stretch that little pussy until no other man could ever hope to satisfy her. Finally, I will breed her, again and again so that our bond can never be broken, in this life, or whatever might come in the next.
Fuck, just thinking such things brings me way past the point of what’s bearable and if my aching balls aren’t emptied soon then it’s going to drive me fucking crazy.