Breaking Character

by Maggie Twain

  She makes that cute little sound again, which can only mean she’s still asleep, but I’m done waiting, so I edge back to give my cock room to stretch out before grabbing the thick shaft and guiding it towards her lips. I focus on her ass and thighs and that crevice where her waist narrows as I tease her opening and immediately, all the nerve endings in that thick, bulbous head know they’re being stimulated. I’m already dripping cream from the tip, which is an awful waste of prime specimen.

  She hums, finally rouses, then lets out a moan. She brings her knees closer towards her chest to further expose that sweet snatch I intend to stuff.

  “Yeah, baby, I ain’t ever getting tired of this.” I sink slowly into her until my hips are crushing against her ass. I then slide a hand underneath her, another over, and clutch onto her enormous breasts as I begin smashing that pussy with all the power of my six-foot five-inch frame of solid muscle.

  She starts moaning at once, loud, as I feel the entire trailer rocking from my effort. I know I won’t last long, not when my balls are this heavy, and especially not when her pussy’s this tight, and it’s less than a couple of minutes until I have to smush myself against her ass with all my strength to ensure that as much as possible, this special load is helped on its way, to do its wonderful work. I wait for her pussy to squeeze every last drop from my cock before slowly sliding out.

  “Good morning,” I croak. “We need to take a shower.”

  She hums and clasps my hands hard against her tits. “Can’t we stay like this? Just a few more minutes.” She’s moving her ass against my cock so that again, the tip inserts snugly between her fucking lips.

  I let out a groan and since she’s pretty much already impaled herself, I’m happy to oblige. “On your knees,” I tell her, and without breaking our connection she moves into the one position I’ve dreamed of more than any of the others because this is where I get to annihilate that big ass of hers.

  “This ok?” Her voice is so sweet to me but I want her fucking screaming, not talking.

  I’m clutching her ass now, sinking my fingers deep into her flesh. “Get your fucking head down,” I demand, she doesn’t argue, and I’m presented with one hell of a fucking peach. This time I don’t take it slow, no build-up, just slamming that ass with as much speed and power as I’m able. With every smack, she very nearly flies forward but I’m far too strong to allow that as every thrust is attenuated with a pull of equal force towards me. I don’t know for how long I smash away as my balls swing up to slap against her clit, she’s crammed her mouth full with bloody sheets, and my biceps soon start to pop from the effort of holding her in place. When finally my nut comes, I grip extra hard her thighs and unload against her womb, coating her baby-making organs with my seed.

  Fuck, but if she isn’t pregnant by now, I’m pretty sure it won’t take long. I take a hand from her ass to hold her head down a little while longer, allowing gravity to act so that every drop of cum can slip down to where it’s supposed to be.

  Finally, I slide out, her beautiful ass is red and raw, and the smallest dribble of cream trickles down her folds. I scoop it up with a finger and push it back inside.

  “Ok,” I fill my lungs with oxygen, “we’re taking that shower.”

  We’re still early so I fuck her again in the shower then we get dressed and head out.

  The moment we hit the dust we’re assailed from all angles by camera flashes. Instinctively, I pull Mel towards me in a protective embrace but this only seems to intensify the blinding lights. I hear her gasp, can feel her body freeze, and all I want to do is punch somebody’s lights out. Instead, I pick up speed and rush Mel past the security perimeter.

  “Keep them away from us,” I growl at the head guard. When we’re in a clearing, I turn to Mel. “Are you alright?”

  She’s breathing heavy but after a second, she nods. “I think so.”

  I’m seething with rage. If somebody doesn’t give me some answer’s quick then there’s going to be problems.

  Thankfully, Danny rushes over from one of my speakeasies. He shows his palms, “I’m sorry, man. Shit, that’s not something you want to wake up to.”

  It’s more than that. Mel and I have only just come together and although I’m not so naive as to believe there’d be no public interest in the girl I’m dating, neither of us had been prepared for such an early tidal wave of it. I guess I was hoping to introduce her to it gradually so she wouldn’t feel overwhelmed and be scared away but now she’s just had to escape from a few dozen of the bastard paparazzi the morning after the night before.

  “How the fuck did they find out?” I demand of my agent.

  His eyes flick upwards, where they remain, which is his default thinking expression. Usually, when he does this the answer’s not far away. “Olivia, it has to be Olivia,” he nods as he says it because he’s sure he’s right.

  Now that I’m thinking about it, I suspect he’s right too. I glance around the set and eventually find Olivia watching us from between the head props guy and one of the editors. When she sees that I’ve spotted her, she looks sheepishly away.

  “You’re bang on, Danny.” I very nearly stride straight over to give her a piece of my mind but I’m with Mel and the Max side of me is winning through. What I suspect Olivia has done is notify the paparazzi, maybe she called in a few favors in an attempt to embarrass me for choosing Mel in place of her, a waitress instead of an A-list movie star. Well, unfortunately for her, there’s no way I could possibly be embarrassed to be dating Mel, though that doesn’t stop me from feeling enraged nonetheless. It just so happens that I know a few showbiz journalists myself and perhaps it’s time I called in a few favors of my own. I turn to Mel because I need to see how she’s feeling now she’s had a moment to calm down. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

  She nods and to my astonishment, now she’s actually grinning. “It was unexpected but what girl doesn’t like the attention and besides, I’ve just been photographed with Max Falcon so it’s not all bad.”

  God damn, I think I’m in love with this girl and I can already feel my balls throbbing in my pants. Mel has a special load being delivered this evening, that’s a promise, but for now, it’s time to put my plan into action.

  I escort Mel over to her marquee whilst I fill her in on the details. I’m still not sure she’ll be in favor of it, and if she’s not then I’d abandon the plan immediately, but I underestimated her because she’s absolutely thrilled to be a part of what I’m suggesting. As it turns out, Mel’s already had an altercation with Olivia herself, which is hardly a surprise, she’s not known as the most difficult woman in Hollywood for no reason.

  I leave Mel to start her day whilst I go to the phone booth that the day before I’d found Jimmy leaning against. I call a friend in Hollywood and tell him to get his ass over here immediately because he’s about to get the scoop of his career. I give him the instructions, which include a little something extra Mel doesn’t yet know about. He agrees and I hang up.

  Well, there’s nothing left to do now but go to work because it’s a long flight.

  Thirteen

  Mell

  There’s no way a few photographers can ruin my day, especially not when it starts with being spooned by Max. I’m absolutely living in the clouds right now and I don’t think there’s anything that can possibly bring me down. Though I have to admit, it hurts to walk, but that small discomfort is attenuated by the knowledge that even now, I have a large piece of Max still inside of me, hopefully doing what nature intends.

  “I must say, doll,” Izzy begins and I’m already worried about the inappropriate smut that’s surely coming, “you look happier than I’ve ever seen you.”

  “Awe, thanks, babe.” Looks like I underestimated her.

  She gives me a sly, knowing look. “Something must have got into you last night.”

  My mouth gapes and I spend the next minute attempting to slap her with the back end of a spatula but she’s far too quick for me on accou
nt of my very sore…

  It’s dinner when Max finally makes an appearance and he’s not alone. The man he’s with is about the same age as him but looks almost like a midget by comparison. And then I realize who it is.

  Izzy realizes at the same time and blurts out as she serves ladlefuls of chili con carne, “is that Chuck Hardacre?”

  That was my impression. There’s no mistaking the trademark windswept hair and earrings of America’s number one evening talk show host. More people are noticing now and they offer to allow Chuck, as well as Max, to cut in line, but they both refuse and politely wait their turn.

  This is the moment Olivia chooses to arrive and she does her usual thing of breezing straight to the front, citing something about having to learn her lines. I have a feeling I also know what’s coming next.

  “Hello, how may I help you?” I say in the most cheerful voice I can muster. There’s no way I want to let her think that her little stunt has negatively affected me in any way.

  Her perfectly trimmed eyebrows pull together. “You are aware of who I am, which means you also know my agent requested vegan chili con carne for today.” Do you ever get the impression you’re living in Groundhog Day?

  “I’m sorry, Miss Owens, but your agent requested spicy Chinese eggplant with Szechuan sauce.” Please don’t cause another scene. I have a special warmer just for her and I now retrieve her meal and place it down on the counter before her.

  Her nose twitches but she deigns to take the tray. “I suppose I’ll just have to eat this then.”

  I can only sigh to myself. All that extra effort for but one vegan on the entire set. Perhaps one of these days, she’ll thank me but I won’t hold my breath.

  “Mel,” it’s Max and my mood immediately lifts into the stratosphere, “why don’t you take a break, baby.” He’s not asking but telling me so I don’t hesitate in scooting around the counter in my apron and grabbing ahold of his outstretched hand. The marquee is busy but far from too overwhelming for Izzy to cope with on her own. Max shows me to a free space near the center of the seating area. “I’d like you to meet Chuck, who’s a very good friend of mine.”

  I’m suddenly quite shy. “Oh, hey, I know who you are.” I take a second to note that most people are more interested in watching the three of us than in their meals. Olivia herself is spooning eggplant into her mouth without even looking at the plate.

  He reaches out to shake my hand most gentlemanly. “It’s my pleasure to meet you, Melissa.” He gestures to my apron. “It’s quite the story, movie star meets small-town waitress whilst filming. How do you feel about dating Max?”

  It’s now that I notice the three cameras catching different angles of our conversation and both Max and Chuck are wearing microphones, so far, all part of the plan to get this out in the open and therefore to preempt and negate anything Olivia or the paparazzi do. I take a breath before answering because I know this is going on air and I would like to sound at least semi-composed. I think about Jimmy and what Max did for him. “Max is the kindest man I know. As for everything else, none of it really matters to me.”

  I hear a lady two table down say a prolonged, “awe.”

  Chuck smiles at Max. “And how do you feel about dating Melissa?”

  Max must have been filming a scene at the ball because he’s dressed extremely dapper in vintage suit and tie. Suddenly, he kicks back his seat and lowers to one knee.

  Whoa!

  This was not part of the plan.

  He produces a small black box, opens it up and I’m stunned to find the largest rock I’ve ever seen in my life. “Mellisa, the moment you drenched me in meatballs, I knew that you were the only woman I ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” He looks so cute as he does this and I’m literally shaking. “Mel, will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” I don’t even have to think about it and in a blink I’m out of my chair and embracing him, crushing my lips against his and everything’s a blur and I have no idea what’s going on and I don’t even know how the ring came to be on my finger but it’s there and it’s so heavy and I’m the happiest girl who ever lived.

  A cork pops from somewhere close and then Izzy’s running over with champagne oozing from the bottle.

  Suddenly, the whole marquee erupts into applause and I have to shout into Max’s ear to be heard. “You’re in big trouble, mister, this was so not part of our plan.” In fact, I’m not even sure I can remember what the original plan was, though I vaguely catch sight of Olivia slinking from the marquee whilst she tugs at her blouse collar.

  Who cares?

  Because apparently, I’m engaged to Max Falcon.

  Epilogue One - Six Months Later

  Max

  It didn’t take Mel long to get used to all the attention and I’m extremely impressed by the way she’s taken it all in her stride. A hundred cameras flash as we pose for photos on the red carpet, Mel’s belly swollen with our twins. I pull her close, as possessive as always, and I can’t wait to take our seats at the premiere.

  Running Dust received so much free publicity after my proposal to Mel that it more than solved our budgeting problem and if the forecasts are correct then this is about to become my most successful movie to date. In fact, Dangerfield already has the scriptwriters working feverishly on part 2, a sequel that will be without a certain Olivia Owens on account of her name now being Hollywood dirt.

  “Don’t forget to include a sizable part for a certain co-star,” I reminded Dangerfield and he actually smiled and thanked me for my contribution before driving away in a Ferrari filled with blonde women.

  Jimmy’s just been cast as a recurring character in a popular drama series and I’m getting the feeling he’s going to be hot property around Hollywood going forward. Every time I try calling the punk he tells me to hold because there are always so many people fighting to talk to him. Sometimes I’m not sure why I ever go to so much trouble helping some people but at least Mel’s happy, and that’s all that matters to me.

  We take our seats amongst a few hundred VIPs, the lights dim and the movie begins where I catch Jimmy in bed with Olivia. I bring out the belt and chase him around the house before taking it to the streets. The audience applauds, which is highly unusual after a single scene but what can I say, Jimmy did an excellent job standing in at such short notice for Jonny, who, by the way, I’m told now has a job selling dusters and cleaning products door to door. I wish him nothing but the best of luck.

  After the closing scene, everybody in the theater gives a standing ovation, which is nice when it happens, but honestly, it doesn’t happen all that often. Mel and I sit back and soak it up because it truly does look like we have a winner on our hands.

  It’s a fifteen-minute ride in my limo from the theater to my home on Mulholland Drive and Mel and I are already stripping each other as we pass through the door. It’s the one problem with living in such a big pad, it takes forever to run to the bedroom when you really need to fuck your wife’s brains out. Well, I guess that’s why I had a snug installed next to the entrance but strangely, on this occasion, I feel like taking my wife in the hot tub and considering the night we’ve had, I’m feeling more in control of myself than usual.

  We’re already naked so I just throw the cover off, help my wife up the steps and down into the hot water. She immediately wraps a hand around my throbbing shaft whilst she squeezes my balls with the other, applying just the right amount of pressure she knows sends me over the edge. She turns around and guides me to her entrance and I sink slowly in, impaling her to the hilt. The steam rises all around us as I thrust in and out until finally, my balls deplete.

  “I love you so much,” I tell her, “and I can’t wait to meet our boys.”

  She wiggles her ass in an effort to draw every last drop of cum from my cock. “I love you too and I can’t wait to bring the first of our children into this world.”

  Epilogue Two - Three Years Later

  Mell

  The gentle wa
ves of the Portuguese Algarve ripple over our feet; Max, Arthur, Albert and myself as we walk, hand in hand, a proper family, along the perfect surf as the sun blazes in our wake, my belly large with our second set of twins.

  Max glances across our beautiful children as I place a hand on my bulge and I know exactly what he’s thinking. “Are you sure you don’t want to know the sex?”

  Max was the only one who asked to know because, typical Max, he wanted to plan in advance the wall color for their rooms. What he failed to consider was that painting the walls in preparation for their births would be giving the game away, so now he’s trying to get me to agree to his telling me at every opportunity.

  I shake my head and grin in a way that both annoys him and turns him on in equal measure. “Nuh-uh, husband, not until they’re born.” I love Max more than life itself but sometimes, frustrating him can be too fun to resist.

  Of course, Max could order any one of our household staff to paint the room, or else employ someone from outside to do the work but when it comes to our children, he always insists on doing it himself. It’s one thing I really admire about him, that when it comes to our family, he takes charge of everything, despite the fact he could easily afford whatever help we require. He's a dream husband and the most incredible father and whether we’re blessed with two daughters or another two boys, I know they’ll grow up surrounded by nothing but love.

  After the success of Running Dust, Max tried his hand at directing. Many actors follow the same path but Max was even more determined to change course on account of not wanting to be anyone but his true self now that he’s married and has a family. I’m sure he’ll go back to acting one day but for now, why risk playing the part of a ruthless business tycoon or a man with a split personality when you’re a method actor? It was his decision, he made it on his own, and I stand by him.