Show Me by Carole Hart

in stages until his tongue was passing over her breast, raising illicit tingles of response from her that made her gasp.
    At that moment, she forgot that he was acting. She forgot that she was acting. Her hands went into his silky hair and cradled his head as he sucked on her nipple, sending sharp flashes of desire straight to her crotch. He kissed down her belly, waking the sensitive skin there into heat. Meanwhile, his hands were already stroking her upper thighs, parting them. As the sheet fell farther, she was shocked to feel the chill of the cool air on her exposed pussy, the reminder that she was wet and naked and ready.
    “Sister . . .” he purred, and she was too far gone to even respond to the preposterousness of it. She cried out, “Lorenzo,” on cue, and his lips pressed to her clitoris, making her moan and writhe at the impact of this new, intimate kiss. His tongue slipped against her, hot and alive. She could feel her clitoris stiffening, the pleasure gathering there as he let his tongue play over it, describing rapid circles and occasionally dipping to sample the creamy wetness beneath. He parted her pussy lips with one hand and the sensation intensified. She strained her hips up to meet him. She could still vaguely see the little cluster of cameras following this. The faces in the background intent on her added an exotic spice of transgression. She shut her eyes against them but continued to feel the concentrated attention. It made every feeling more potent, multiplied it. She was almost cruelly conscious of the effect the scene was having on the watching men, a voice in her heart telling her that all of them wanted to fuck her. . . . Javier was sucking on her clitoris, then teasing it further with his tongue, strumming it back and forth until the tense delight in it reached an unbearable pitch. She came with a throaty moan of protest that turned into her final line of the scene. “Please . . . we shouldn’t!”
    He crept up her body, pausing to take one nipple between his teeth. The delicate nip of his teeth set off a series of aftershocks from her orgasm that echoed between her breast and her pussy. Then he was poised over her, stroking her face with one hand while the other guided his cock into her. The force of his first thrust made her gasp. The continuing spasms in her vagina made his cock feel impossibly huge. It seemed to be making its own path through a desperate wall of pleasure.
    “Yes, yes,” he said. “You’re so tight. . . .” Then he was fucking her violently, the pounding shifting her orgasm into a deeper, more elemental need. She opened her thighs farther, hungry for him, and her hands came up to his chest, finding the skin under his shirt. The contrast between its exquisite softness and the brutality of his invading cock dizzied her. Then, without thinking, she was drawing her legs up over his shoulders, letting him raise her and plunge into her even more deeply, exploring the border between pleasure and pain. Somewhere on that border, she found another orgasm, one that started deep within her and carried him with it so that a second later they were clutching each other and she felt his cock jerking inside her as he came, the semen an impossibly hot last flourish to her delight.
    From a million miles away, Charity Cave’s voice called, “Cut! Brilliant! Exactly right.”
    And there was a small, faraway burst of applause from the crew as Zaza weakly opened her eyes and saw Javier smiling down at her.
    “I’m sorry,” he said in an undertone. “I would have liked that to last much longer. But that’s the rule on this show. Two minutes.”
    “That was two minutes?” she said, a little groggy. “It felt like a lifetime.”
    He smiled. “I hope I can take that as a compliment.”
    He kissed her on the forehead, and she began to smile, too, babbling, “Yes, of course. Of course it was a compliment. I mean . . . wow.”
    Then she became uncomfortably aware of her position;