The Vanished Assistant

The Vanished Assistant

"Let's go!"

Tina held her breath as they came together on the bed, her heart racing. His cock was long and firm, thrusting into the young woman who moaned, calling out as he filled her. Pulling back, she saw how his cock glistened, turning her on as she watched.

Behind the production crew moving around, Tina observed them doing their jobs with expert precision as the fake moans echoed through the studio.

She marveled at the smooth movements of the two cameramen as they filmed the different angles and action before them. The young woman behind them, wearing large headphones and carrying a long microphone boom, kept her gaze fixed to avoid any collisions.

The director leaned forward on his characteristic folding canvas chair. It even had his name emblazoned on the back canvas strap. She grinned to herself, shaking her head.

She envisioned one day sitting in a chair like that, directing a movie. Ever since she was a young child, that's been her lifelong dream, and she was working as hard as possible to make it a reality. That's why she was there, in this room, watching two strangers have sex while others filmed them.

"Okay, guys, you're doing great. Let's switch over to cowgirl. Maria, ride him crazy. I want you to see those things bouncing. Steven, you need to be on the side... no, not like that! Dammit! Do I have to get up there and do it myself?"

After a few more harsh instructions from the director, Maria was back on the young man below her. She sat on him, waiting for instructions. Tina couldn't help but be amazed by Maria's smooth mounting of the large young man.

"Let's film!"

Maria bounced provocatively, her massive breasts bouncing wildly as she rode the man. One camera moved around, focusing on where they were joined, while the other panned back, taking in the two of them.

Regular comments from the director guided the actors to move differently or switch positions, as well as suggestions about their facial expressions and noises they made. Tina couldn't help but admire the professionalism in the room. Each person knew their task and worked diligently to do it as well as possible. They were fully aware of the stakes.

It only takes a small mistake to lose a job around here. There were hundreds of applicants ready to take up an open position in the adult film industry, which was a stepping stone to mainstream movies. She hoped that's where this would lead.

Only a few days ago, she'd come close to experiencing that reality firsthand. If it hadn't been for the director, Paul, stepping in to defend her, she would have been out the door, without a job.

Who would've thought that the bed would've collapsed? She pondered if the camera captured the looks on the actors' faces as they tumbled when the headboard fell backward. That would be a great outtake!

If it wasn't so serious, it would have been comical. What wasn't humorous was Brandon's reddened face, inches from hers, yelling about how incompetent she was. Without Paul stepping in and calming him down, it would've been all over for Tina.

Blaming it on the money lost by not finishing on time, Brandon yelled that she only had one last opportunity.

Yes, Tina's responsibility involved double-checking that everything was ready for a smooth shoot. But in all honesty, who checks if a bed is stable?

From now on, she promised herself. She would not only check beds but a hundred other details that couldn't be overlooked. She vowed to be the best production assistant Brandon had ever seen.

Because if she didn't, she might be out of a job. And that could mean the end of her journey in the film industry. Just one year removed from university, she and her husband were acutely aware of how fortunate they were to land these jobs.

As one part of her mind listed off the details needing attention in her head, the other, deeper part watched the two actors.

A tingle between her legs as the man thrust into the woman's hips resurrected memories. Memories she wished to forget, yet never could.

The actor on hers was reminiscent of that one guy she knew. The way his muscles strained on his arms and chest, the cords of his neck standing out as he slammed into Maria triggered chills through her, evoking memories of lying on her back, staring up at him, feeling him thrust inside her.

It was one of countless nights that she had partied with that crowd. After infiltrating that exclusive group through a superb blowjob, Tina had dragged her partner into it with her. The sex was mind-blowing, satisfying all her depraved, wanton urges and impulses.

Gus had joined in, but remained apprehensive. Oh, but Tina jumped right in, as if into a sea of flesh. All those appendages entered her, filling her in both ends. There were plenty of supple girls to keep him satisfied while she got plowed over and over. Being surrounded by the small gathering of spectators provoked the most intense orgasms of her life.

One evening, she recalled witnessing Gus lounging on the couch. Through the corner of her eye, she had spied him there as she was on top of him, watching Tina getting fucked. She later realized that look in his eyes she hadn't understood before, but it was a premonition of the troubles it brought.

Terrified of being caught, she safely averted any noise. None of the people around noticed her. Focused on her assignment, she disregarded her surging desires.

The two actors, now on the bed, altered their position. Maria stood, with her hands resting on the wall, her bottom pushed back. He was behind her, pounding her so hard that she whimpered with each thrust.

In Tina's spot, she viewed him shooting semen on Maria's face and busty tits. Moisture dripped from her. As she feared her trousers would get stained, she enjoyed the thrill of being screwed against the wall anonymously.

She had been defiled by multiple men this way, loving the mysterious men who ravaged her. She took pleasure in the fact that she couldn't control her attraction to strangers who did the deed. However, the unknown man's cum had given pleasure on a different level.

The idea of performing with a stranger crossed her mind but denied it quickly. No, she refrained from dwelling on that option. Her beloved Gus forbade it, and he meant the world to her.

Fortunately, their shoot was nearly over as they completed the most expensive shot. They would dismantle the room, preparing for the upcoming afternoon session.

A few moments later, his semen covered the Latina's face and bulging tits. Contriving a display of relish, she licked her finger, visibly savoring it.

"That's it" announced the director, who stood and surveyed the team, his expression relaxed. With their production expertise, they knew their efficiency like the backs of their hands.

The man who had aroused her had wiped himself and handed her a towel. He bowed to receive a reciprocated kiss on the cheek from Maria, who walked away to clean up. Gus, still naked, passed next to Tina, attracting her attention to his semi-erect flesh jiggling as he left.

He paused to nod at her, "Thanks, Tina. We had a flawless shoot!" Shocked, she fumbled for the right words, managing only a "You're welcome" before he left the room.

She shook her head, worried about her desires again.

Not again.

"Quick, we've got to leave!"

Tina rushed to collect her items before her husband burst through the front door. He removed his coat, holding his briefcase, which dropped to the ground as he casually slipped it in his pocket.

"I'm coming!" she frantically fixed her one sandal on, swaying her figure with her skirt's movement. The imminent exit had her nervously hunt for her coat and backpack.

"We can't be late again. Brandon will indignantly fire us!" He gestured to the door Frankly, Gus' eyes made the coldness of the affected workplace more appealing.

"I hear you! I know!" With that, she found her necessities and trailed behind him back to the car.

She grimaced, wishing their filthy apartment would disintegrate one day. Who needs it with a luxury vehicle like theirs?

"A lovely masterpiece it isn't," she muttered as she closed the door. She settled in the passenger seat, strapping on her seatbelt.

"The car started for us, a rare event," Gus murmured in response.

"I can't stand this shackle of an apartment." She acknowledged the hopeless place as they drove off the unsteady landing. "At least the car purrs well," she acknowledged with satisfaction.

"Doesn't it ever end?" she asked, rolling her eyes. She turned to her husband, noticing his recent haircut had given him a rugged look. Combined with his green eyes and handsome face, he was quite the attractive young man.

People had complimented them in the past about their good looks. Gus' tall, trim build paired well with Tina's brown eyes, modest curves, and natural beauty. This combination had helped them in their early careers in the movie business and in their past.

They drove down the street and joined the Hollywood freeway, merging into the slow-moving traffic. "I think I saw the landlord as we left."

"How did he look?"

Gus winced. "He flipped me off."

"Fantastic." She shook her head and looked out the side window at the dreary scenery passing by.

"What's the scene today?" She tried to recall if she'd prepared everything for the day's work. She leaned down and grabbed her backpack, rummaging through it, looking for her notes.

"If I remember, it's just a simple one. You're in the Shed, in a bedroom scene with Buster, Amber, and Maria. They only need about twenty minutes of footage. It's a filler for the website."

"Wait, Buster's in it?" She looked at him, her eyebrows raised high on her forehead.

Sensing her changing mood, Gus glanced at her as he drove down the crowded freeway. "Yeah, didn't you know that?"

"No! Crap!"

"What's wrong?"

She signed and leaned back in her seat. "Buster has certain requirements that only a few people can help him with. Wasn't it supposed to be Doug?"

"I think it was. I heard something about him not being available. They got hold of Buster, and he'll fill in."

"Damn it, I wish I knew. Buster's a good guy, but he has specific needs that not everyone can accommodate."

"I forgot about that. Who are you using to help him?"

Tina dug through her notes. "I've got Crystal." She paused, then pulled out the paper. "Yeah, she should be fine. She can help him."

Sighing as she stared out the window, "I'm on probation. One more mistake, and I'm out."

"We can't afford that."

"Don't you think I know that?" She glared at her husband. "I didn't know that bed was gonna break." She glanced out the window. "And now Brandon is chasing me, trying to find a reason to get rid of me."

Gus placed his hand on her knee, noticing her skirt ride up, exposing several inches of smooth thigh. His fingers traced along the familiar skin as his eyes swept over her tight blouse. Her modest breasts swayed as the car passed over a rough patch in the road.

"You can do this," he said, squeezing her leg and admiring her face - the most beautiful one he'd ever seen.

"I have to."

He nodded as they continued down the road. "Yeah."

After a few miles, they exited the freeway and pulled into a large parking lot, passing under the sign that read 'Lively Entertainment'. They parked, collected their things, and entered the building.

Lively Entertainment focused on rapidly producing a wide variety of adult videos for their website. Their business model relied on selling subscriptions so viewers could watch the full-length videos, with free, short versions to entice them.

The stress level in this line of work was typically unbearable, but Tina and Gus were quickly learning the film business, hoping to break into mainstream movies in a few years.

They walked through the main building, passing other workers, and exited to the back. Across the small parking lot was a rundown warehouse with the company name and logo painted on the side in vibrant red and white paint.

The long, dilapidated warehouse, also known as the Shed, housed several sectioned-off and sound-proofed filming studios. Each studio had a bed or couch, resembling different rooms in luxurious houses. They changed the drapes and furnishings between shoots to make them look different.

"Well, look who decided to show up today!" Brandon's rough voice called out as Tina followed Gus inside.

"Hi, Brandon," she said as she made her way over to his desk. There were several clipboards on the wall, each marked with the name of a room in the Shed. She searched for the one for her scene and took it.

Gus waved before leaving. As the logistics coordinator, it was his responsibility to make sure that whatever the actors and crew needed, was readily available and ready to go. He constantly moved around, checking on the shoots and ensuring everything went smoothly.

"Are you aware of today's cast change?" Brandon asked with a hint of stabbing intonation.

"Of course!" she responded sharply, then took a quick breath. She reassured him in a more composed voice, "Don't worry, Buster's on this shoot. I know what I'm doing."

"You better!" he warned, "You have four hours to finish all the shots. We've got the studio this afternoon for Tami's turn. If you're not ready by then, don't bother returning."

"Sir, I've got this!" She insisted, trying her best not to show her unease in front of the imposing figure who controlled their careers.

"I know you both graduated from the fancy university across town," Brandon held up his finger in her face. "And I also know you guys are swimming in student debt. There are loads of kids like you out there, desperately seeking jobs. So, don't mess this up." His eyes narrowed, "Got it?"

She nodded and returned his stare calmly, determined to prove her worth. "Yes, Brandon. We'll get it done and make sure it's perfect. Trust me!"

Brandon scowled and picked up the phone, dialing another number. "Let's see if I recall correctly."

With the clipboard in hand, she hurried to the location of her shoot. Taking one final look at her notes, she breathed deeply. The actors and support crew were waiting in a semicircle in front of her.

"All right, here's how it goes," Tina continued, reading the script, "Amber and Maria, you two will be in bed. They want the typical girl-on-girl scene. Amber, your boyfriend is on his way. Once you're getting started, Buster will enter and ask to join in." She distributed the sheets to the actors.

"You're expected to climax loudly," she reminded them. "The director, Paul, will let you know his specifications. He's a good guy, so listen carefully. Then, the shoot should turn out great."

She glanced at Buster, who was already grinning. "We need the cum shot, so make sure you tell them when you're close."

Nodding, Buster grinned back, reminding her of Gus, who had that same kind of boyish charm. It brought back a memory from their college days. The night of her sorority initiation, the night she first met Gus, the night they had their first lovemaking session, if one can call it that.

The night of the sisterhood's admission ceremony, when she and Gus made love uncomfortably on a thin mat in one corner of the sorority house's living room.

Thirteen pledges, working hard to get through the tasks and earn their membership, failing to realize that falling in love was not part of the syllabus.

His daring grin, so similar to Gus', made her think about their first anniversary celebration, where they made love on a mattress in the living room, surrounded by other couples and the sounds of passion. Not knowing, at least for a while, that this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

But now, securing their careers, she had a goal: to make things work, to prove herself and ensure they both remain financially stable. She returned her focus on the shoot. "What's up, Buster?" She smiled at him.

In a somewhat cliche turn of events, each pledge was required to participate in two intimate encounters with a member of the opposite fraternity. Their sister sorority leader would draw a card containing the assigned task from a bowl. Some of these tasks ranged from masturbation to full intercourse, detailing the specific position.

Most of the other women received cards with oral sex or hand jobs written on them. A few drew tasks that involved penetration, and Tina noted the sexual sounds emanating from the corner, where other pairs were completing their assignments.

Tina's initial card instructed her to have sex in the missionary position. Escorted by an attractive, tall man to a cushioned mat in the living room corner, she wondered if he was a former football star. His well-defined chest tapered down, creating a V-Shape, much like Buster's physique.

Tina had followed the advice of her older sorority sisters and applied lube to her genitals beforehand. She observed him put on a condom and then lie down on the mat next to her, rigidly facing her.

Once he penetrated her, he thrust steadily for a few minutes, and then significantly quickened his pace. Surprisingly, he grunted before pulling out, avoiding her gaze as he picked up his discarded clothes and walked away.

As all the girls finished their first round of tasks, Tina's next card again requested the missionary position. Although she sighed in disappointment, she reluctantly accepted this assignment, watching as the handsome man directed towards the mat where she stood.

Upon introducing himself as Gus, he blushed when their eyes met and she noticed the upwards glance towards her chest. A sly smile crossed her face, knowing how her erect nipples stood out beneath her light robe.

As she removed her garment, her gaze lingered on his masculine chest. She watched him stare at her naked form, experiencing a mixture of embarrassment and lust. His obvious arousal was revealed by the large tent in his pants.

She knelt on the mat while he removed his own clothes. Naked, he towered over her, his shoulders broad and his stomach toned. He shuffled awkwardly forward until his hips touched hers. With a serious look in his eyes, he inquired if they could proceed as planned.

Tina acknowledged his concern with a nod, reciprocating his compliment about her beauty. Offering to handle the condom, she reclined slightly before sitting up and inviting him to join her. He complied, passing her the lubricated prophylactic and stirring within her.

Feeling his weight pressing down on her, Tina marveled at his consideration towards her. This was the first time someone had taken such care. Inspired, Gus guided his arousal towards her center, careful not to let it scrape against her sensitive lips.

Suddenly, the booming voice of their sorority mistress rang out, demanding that he wore a condom. Feeling awkward, Gus hastily accepted the given rubber and placed it over his equipment, exchanging glances with Tina as if to verify their impending sexual act.

Eager to continue, Gus positioned himself in front of her and lowered himself, hovering just above her mound. The woman with heightened authority approached them, waving the plastic wrapping and adding sarcastically, "Are you two forgetting something?"

Feeling guilty for their lapse in attention, the young man scrambled to alleviate her judgment, quickly tearing open the package and slapping the latex sheath above his cock.

Tina reached for the condom and took it from him. While spreading her legs further apart, she got up on her knees and reached out, taking the condom in her mouth. As he stood still, permitting her to assist, she slid it over his dick, sucking him for a few moments before releasing him with a pop.

Laughing, he told her she could do that anytime to which she concurred. Impressed by this gentleman's considerate behavior, Tina could not help but be satisfied.

Smiling, she rolled the condom down his shaft, ensuring a snug fit, then slouched back, beckoning him. He leaned over, lining himself up and pushing inside.

Tina arched her back, rolling her hips toward him as he slid in deep. Once their pubic bones connected, he kissed her, receiving the kiss in return while pressing her lips to his. He pulled almost all the way out then thrust back in. Their bodies moved in sync as they fucked.

Gus's eyes shut tight, and Tina listened to the grunts he uttered with each thrust bottoming out. Her own soft squeaks accompanied him with each push into her.

Her passion grew with his every stroke. She hugged him, pulling him into her as her heels tapped the back of his knees. Everything around them faded away as they shifted from sex to making love.

"Tina," Gus grunted, arching his back as he pushed deep inside her. He said her name again, a breathy moan that made her heart skip a beat. Once again, he exhaled her name as he shifted positions, filling her.

This boy was different than those from her past. He didn't have bulging muscles or a chiseled face. The one who'd been with her before had both, but had done little more than pleasure himself inside her without any thought for her feelings or if she'd climaxed.

This young man differed from all the others she'd been with. As they kissed, their open mouths battled, she sensed a warm compassion in him. She understood that he was focused on pleasuring her. The way he moved, she knew he was stimulating her to experience pleasure. And it was working.

They moved, joining together as their bodies ascended the peak. Despite the condom, sex felt fantastic for Tina. She'd discovered during her final high school year that she loved it, gUSHING in various cars with senior boys.

Now, in her first college semester, she was technically fucking a boy out in the open, visible to any observer. This excited her, causing her pussy to moisten around him.

Did she like being watched? One guy had stood by watching as Gus had mounted her, then left. A couple of others imbibed beverages near and exchanged comments.

Their approval washed over her when she saw erections in their crotches. This gave Tina a sense of power - no one had witnessed her perform this act before, and it ignited an emotional response within her.

She felt the intense urge to repeat this act, fingertips tingling. She craved the attention and wanted to flaunt her sex in front of others. Terrifying yet exhilarating.

He trembled above her. She wondered if he was nearing climax. He changed the angle to stimulate her clitoris, causing her to tingle deliciously.

They moved, connecting and grinding against each other. "Tina," he muttered softly, as if the name was a talisman. His hands stroked her as he pounded her fiercely.

"I'm here, Gus," she replied. "Fuck me... Oh, fuck me." She threw her head back, touching the mat.

With a grunt, he called out "Tina" one more time as he bucked wildly. "I'm cumming," he groaned in her ear. "Cum with me. Please."

Tina's hips jerked as she felt him cum, his member pulsing. She wanted him to fill her without the condom, but the sense of his essence inside her sent her over the edge, moaning as she climaxed.

After several more thrusts, they slowed, finally coming to a stop.

"Incredible," Tina murmured in his ear, "the best I've had."

He nodded, still panting, before meeting her gaze. "I've never experienced something like this before," he admitted, eyes murky. Their lips met for a lengthy kiss, curling Tina's toes.

Applause rang out, breaking their embrace. The mistress stood above them, beaming. He rolled her to him, kissing her.

"About time, sisters!" the mistress announced. More applause accompanied their reunion, amusement inherent in their faces.

"Are you pleased?" the mistress questioned.

"Yeah, definitely!" He chuckled, pulling her tighter. He stared into her eyes, feeling something fade between them. Surprised, she recognized she was cuddling with someone special. Someone she should keep close.

After that kiss, her beau asked, "Want to clean up?"

"YES, that sounds good."

Breaking free from her grasp, he eased himself up and extended his hand toward her. Her eyes lifted to meet his, and she gratefully accepted the extension. Her legs trembled slightly as she stood, and he detached the condom, discarding it before draping an arm over her waist.

As they made their way toward the stairs, both their bodies exposed, they ventured up to the second level.

Once they were there, they explored each other under the cascading water in the shower, disregarding the urgent knocking on the door behind them. Subsequently, they hastily dried themselves using clean towels, giggling shyly after exiting the bathroom. Apologizing profusely to the waiting line of individuals, they moved on to Tina's room.

Upon arising the following morning, they had made love for one last time before sinking into sleep with Gus intertwined securely behind her. This position became a favorite of theirs in the soft confines of the bed.

He gazed at her with a nervous smile. "Do you know where I can find assistance?"

Tina perused her surroundings, oblivious to the girl's absence. "It's Crystal today, isn't it?"

Buster nodded. "I overheard Brandon. He mentioned she called in sick."

A sense of dread consumed her. What could she possibly do now? Tina recognized the difficulties that often arose when these adult actors struggled to maintain their erections. These girls were one of their primary sources of income, and some strove to break into the industry as actresses, while others simply desired compensation for the erotic acts they performed willingly.

However, certain actors required added stimulation, requesting that the fluffer remove her top or allow them to fondle her bosom. Sometimes, they even inserted a finger or two beneath the bikini of the fluffer.

"Alright, let me see if anyone with more willingness is around," she sighed, making her way down the hallway.

He fidgeted and glanced at her uneasily.

She was astonished at his behavior. How could he be even timid after having been the one to touch these girls intimately moments before?

"Go ahead and prepare yourself," she instructed him, offering a concerned glance in his direction.

Buster complied, moving over to the couch and discarding his last piece of clothing. He settled into a reclining stance and caressed his cock at a leisurely pace.

Tina walked into the endless hallway, knowledgeable about the extreme measures she had to take on behalf of Buster.

Buster held a unique requisite.

He could not finish without a girl reaching orgasm while he was inside her. This esoteric sensation revitalized him, enabling him to accomplish erections that could last for hours.

Obtaining a suitable fluffer presented quite a challenge.

Tina strolled out into the lengthy corridor and glanced into the various rooms. The hubbub of activity was evident, and most retained a crimson display illuminating the door's top.

Pacing past every distinct nook, she noticed a lack of appropriate candidates for this task. It proved difficult to approach the busier, more frantic-appearing women, and she proceeded further down the hallway.

"Hey, Jason," she cheerily called out, striding toward one of the areas farther along the hall.

"Hey." He glanced up from his clipboard to offer her a smile and a nod, but his concentration was divided between his work and the small printed words. "How've you been?"

"Could you tell me who's been assigned as a fluffer?"

"Sure," he flipped a page, his finger trailing down the parchment. "There's... Claire and Bunny."

"Who are they?"

"They're new girls. We've got an orgy scene today, with eight men and eight women. Brandon asked me to employ an additional fluffer."

Tina frowned, mentally processing the information. "What exactly does Buster require?"

Tensely shrugging his shoulders, Jason responded, "Oh, yeah--you remember what he's known for, don't you?"

She nodded. "I know."

"Can you give me a hand?"

Steeling herself, she nodded once more. "If you could lead me in the right direction, I'll do my best."

"Five more minutes!" came the call from outside the room. Most of the crew had filed in, leaving just one guy still waiting. The other women stood up, brushing away any wrinkles in their skirts and adjusting their tops.

"Bunny," Jason called out. "Can you help Tina with her shoot? Her usual fluffer called in sick."

Tina observed the new arrival as she made her way over. She was petite, slender, with nice legs and what appeared to be adequate breasts. Calling her beautiful would be a stretch, but cute seemed a suitable adjective.

"What do you need?" the girl asked, turning to look at Jason, then Tina.

"Tina is another production assistant and acts as the fluffer for this shoot," Jason said. "Can you assist her?"

"Sure!" Bunny replied cheerfully, and a large weight lifted from Tina's shoulders.

"That's fantastic! Thank you," Tina said as they made their way down the hallway to where Buster sat on the couch.

"I appreciate your help. We're in a bit of a predicament, and our guy needs to get ready."

"I get it," Bunny said, following Tina. "I'm still new here and want to make a good impression."

"Well," Tina said with a laugh, "this is your chance."

They returned and stopped when they saw Buster. His face shown a look of concern that caused Tina's heart to race.

"Bunny," he said, glancing between the two women.

"Do you two know each other?" asked Tina.

Bunny scoffed. "Oh, yeah, we've met."

Tina waited for more information but neither offered any. "So?" she asked, throwing her arms across her chest.

"I know what this guy wants, and it's not coming from me!" Bunny spat her words out.

Tina sighed. "Oh, shit. Buster is such a kind guy. I thought you wanted to assist?"

"I do, but I'm afraid you need to understand what he's trying to achieve. If you're not comfortable with that, I don't blame you."

Tina's shoulders sagged. "Yes, I understand. I'm so sorry. But the shoot will fail without his readiness."

"Even if I wanted to, I can't," Bunny said with a chuckle. "I'm a bloody wreck right now, and he definitely wouldn't want anything to do with me." She turned and walked away down the hall.

Tina watched as her back receded. "What am I supposed to do now?" she asked Gus as he approached.

Gus sighed. "You have to keep the shoot going. Brandon will flip out if you mention you can't do the shot. We need to find a solution."

Gus looked down as he thought. "I just had a call from the landlord. If we don't pay him by the weekend, he'll throw away our things and change the locks."

Tina pondered the situation, glancing at each employee as they busied themselves. They all had their own tasks and were unavailable to lend a hand.

A sinking feeling gripped her. Her life's dream was about to be lost, and likely her husband's as well.

And then a thought struck her like lightning. It was her job to make sure the shoot went perfectly, no matter the obstacles. A major one sat right there on the couch.

Lowering her voice and looking at her husband with love in her eyes, she said, "My dearest, you know how much I love you more than anything in this world, right?"

Buster nodded, his eyes searching hers. "Are you considering what I think you’re considering?"

Nodding, Tina steadied her breath. "Yes."

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Are you truly willing to do that?"

Tina nodded again.

His hand went to his face, wiping it as he stood. "I had hoped..."

"I understand what we had agreed upon. And I've never broken my vow to you," Tina said, unmoved. She moved closer to him. "After all, it's my job to ensure these shoots are a success, no matter what."

She gasped to speak, but he hastened to cut her off. "I understand! I vowed that to you earlier, and I messed up. But it's about that final promise I've kept. It's not like the previous ones."

"Yes," he acknowledged, shaking his head. "And you want to do it again?"

"No, this isn't alike!" she exclaimed, reaching and grasping one of his hands in hers. "This is to protect what we've strived for so hard. It's not related to those earlier times."

"Tina..."

She preserved eye contact with him. "I assure you, I meant every word. Everything hinges on this. I recalled that I vowed I'd never perform such actions... like before. Yet, this is unique."

"I know what Buster necessitates," he said.

"So do I. However, I'm committed to doing this. There's no one else who can execute this in the upcoming minutes."

Her gaze burned into him. "If I don't, I can just walk out this door, undergo a job at a restaurant, and be sad for the rest of my life since I let down my goal."

"That's unjust! I'm not eager for that! But recollect how stupid I acted. How inebriated I was. I appreciate God daily that you trusted me again."

Her eyes softened, and she patted his arm. "I understand. I remember how silly I was. How crazy I was. I'm thankful you accepted me back."

She inhaled deeply. "I either perform this, or I'm terminated."

He pondered her words. "I'm lost."

"I've got the answer."

He breathed in, standing prestigiously in front of her.

"It's this, or I'm finished here. Brandon will blacklist me and I'll never land a job in the sector again, he'll ensure that."

His eyes fixed upon hers. "Do you pledge me?"

"I swear, which I adore with the whole of my heart," she retorted. "This won't progress beyond our arrangement. However, I have to do this."

"I can't bear witness."

"I realize. Yet, it's not like that. Please trust me." She glanced over to Buster. He was rubbing himself, yet from there, she could effortlessly understand he was devoid of an erection.

"Ten minutes!" the voice echoed from the studio entrance.

"I adore you," she told her spouse.

"I love you, too." He swiftly strode up the corridor and vanished from sight.

Tina turned and squared her shoulders, then advanced.

Buster sat there, rubbing his manhood, appearing far more like a misplaced canine than the muscular, virile adult film actor he was. A shiver darted down Tina's spine, starting from between her legs, where dampness was already pooling in her panties.

She couldn't resist him. He possessed each characteristic that captivated her. He was captivating, yet meek when he spoke. Durable, muscular, yet also caring and kind. He never bragged, but when he was on top of a woman, banging her with his rigid penis, he amounted to a lion who seized what he had in mind and left his companions quaking.

She had pledged her husband that this was dissimilar, a last-ditch effort to save her job. To keep all the labor, time, and expenses from being for naught since one of the performers contracted a chilly.

Tina perched next to him, bouncing on the puffy couch, and alighted upon him.

"Well, hello, Buster," she said, placing a palm on his exquisitely sculpted arm. "Usually, the performers keep the couches where they are in the process of prepping for the filming."

He sighed, nodding. "Yes, and I don't know what to do. I'm trying." He glimpsed down at his crotch and Tina's vistas perceived he was absorbed.

"Well, my mission is to ensure that you actors have everything you need to carry this filming effectively and punctually."

"Um, okay," he said, perplexed.

"I'm here to assist you, Buster," she said with a mischievous grin, holding his mobile hand in hers. "To cater to your necessities so our shoot runs smoothly and promptly."

"Perform oral sex?" he inquired with a scarcely concealed anticipation. Tina chuckled.

With a malevolent grin, she settled beside him and laid down on his lap, sustaining eye contact. He groaned as her warm mouth bestowed its attention on him.

She kept pushing down, gobbling up his rapidly expanding cock until it brushed against the back of her throat. Pulling back and repeating the action, she did it again and again as he grew in length and girth.

Tina excelled at this activity, having honed her skills while converting a large number of partners. Before and after meeting Gus, she'd explored multiple sexual encounters.

Flashes of past experiences came into her mind as her head moved up and down.

A particular event stood out, one she tried to avoid recollecting.

On her knees beside a guy, she was engaged in this act. She couldn't recall his name, but he was huge like Buster—body and cock. His last orgasm had been with another girl, and Tina made it her goal to prepare him for one more go-round in a hurry.

The memory of Gus' face that evening struck her. He'd been observing as a slender blonde sat at the other end of the couch, riding him. Gus had been a spectator while Tina tried to make this guy a trophy by getting him ready rapidly.

As Tina sucked on the unfamiliar man, Gus had come, his face contorted as his body spasmed and collided with the girl above him. She cooed amid her own climax.

Tina recalled how Gus glanced at her when he was done. He held a look she never forgot. Despite his recent climax, his face displayed deep melancholy.

Despite her body's strong urge for intercourse, she couldn't stop. She'd disentangled herself from the guy, climbed onto him, and made him her third partner in one night.

He gasped as Tina lowered herself onto him. She offered a predatory grin, a mix of pleasure and bloodlust, as she started moving. Between pumping up and down, she twisted her body back and forth, ensuring optimum contact between her and him.

His enormous cock extended her in ways no other guy had. She smiled at his stunned expression, leaned forward, and kissed him fiercely. Her partner's hands locked around her rear as she kept peddling on him.

Viewing the blonde girl momentarily beside Gus, Tina recalled how Gus had filled her. His fingers had penetrated her from behind while she rode the stranger. The dripping, sloppy noises my uncle heard between them sent a chill down her spine.

Tina recalled how his finger penetrated her anal region. Surprisingly, she still hadn't lost her virginity down there, and Gus had been her first experiment with it.

Just as she lost herself in a cum-induced orgasm, her ass filling with cum and wild stretching, she turned to gaze at Gus. His wavering gaze and dejected expression stunned her.

The stranger groaned and spurted into her, her body jerking as cum flooded her. She continued to gyrate on him, urging him to climax as fast as possible.

Gus walked away, his back slumped. "I've had enough," he'd claimed earlier.

"No more sharing tonight," he'd begged her.

But Tina convinced him, making him submit once more, consoling himself with the appearance of the blonde beside her.

Yet she realized this time would be his last submission.

She shivered slightly, then focused on Buster, who was still aroused but required an extra aid to maintain firmness.

She vamped up her blend of viagra and ecstasy to keep him at peak performance. She sucked him hard and deep, one hand stroking his shaft rhythmically.

After his wave of arousal passed, his erection started to subside. Buster opened his pants, removed the slow-release ointment, and applied it to his waistband.

The longest procedure they'd toured together, the baby shower bash, came to Tina's mind. She'd placed a special order a week prior, a vibrator, and concealed it inside her inner thighs for the event.

The boner revived, and with a sultry look, she motioned for Buster to follow. Together, they set off to merge their existences, viciously diving head-long into ecstasy.

Unfortunately for Buster, the pills had both a positive and negative effect—intensifying pleasure as well as amplifying the insufferable sting inflicted by pain.

She sped up her sucking, focused on making this event the extraordinary, breathtaking finale it'd been built up for.

Finally, Buster concluded the proceedings, moaning with pleasure. His cumshot shot directly into her mouth as she laid back. Almost instantly, his limp organ fell.

He discovered her very sensitive nipples, and her movements made him increase his endeavors on her breasts, transitioning his lips to the other one. She moved restlessly as his free hand ascended her leg, his fingers touching her exposed skin.

He went under her skirt and cupped her backside, his fingers digging in as he nursed on her tit.

His hand slid further around, his palm leaving her buttock and traversing between her legs. She shifted, widening her knees as far as possible as his large, rugged fingers ran along the middle of her panties, over her backside, then pushing between her lips, which were concealed only by the thin, silky material of her underwear.

The clock was counting down, and she was concerned they wouldn't have enough time to satisfy Buster's requirements. His fingers had shifted her panties to one side and were caressing between her moist moat.

The attention he had devoted to her sensitive breasts made her overheated quickly. Combined with the decreasing time they had left, she determined they had to accelerate the process. She gently pushed his hand out of her pussy and leaned back to move his mouth from her breast. In front of him, she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the ground, then yanked down her panties, swiveling her hips as they moved down her legs.

Removing the last of her garments, she stood in front of him, clad only in her sandals, as he stared at her dark, curly courtyard.

She gazed at him, a blaze in her eyes. "Buster, do you plan to fuck me?" He growled and dragged her onto his lap. Her pussy pressed against the thick rod nestled between them, their mouths meeting. He tugged at her buttocks, moving her up and down as her vagina separated his wetness.

With a swift motion, he turned her around and perched her on the couch. She uttered a shriek as he lowered his face between her legs. His tongue poked out, seeking her clit and snapping it repeatedly. He pressed the tip of his tongue down along her folds, parting them and tasting her tart savor.

"Buster," she groaned as his lips approached her. "We lack much time." She journal-spined her back, pressing her vagina against him. "Fuck me."

With a final snap, he rose. She hoisted her legs and encircled him, guiding him to her.

"Do it," she urged, then smirked as he dessicated himself onto her. He moved his hips, and she moaned as she initially felt the tip of his large cock touch her hole.

She cried out as he penetrated her, stretching her as their hips clashed. He retracted, then entered her more forcefully. He wrapped an arm around her, clutching her bottom, pulling it against him as he thrust into her.

Tina's grunts reverberated down the passageway as Buster's muscular buttocks slammed against the woman less than half his size. Her legs tensed in the air each time he reached the climax.

Buster switched his posture, aiming to better stimulate her clit. Tina clung to him, her hands burrowing into his spine. She couldn't compromise by breaking his skin, aware that it would be noticeable on the camera.

A picture emerged in her mind of lying on her back on the bed in the studio with Buster penetrating her. Lying there, she would shift her head, shouting like the other ladies, watching the cameras focusing on her body as he screwed her.

She longed at that moment for the days when she was the center of attention, receiving two men simultaneously as a group of onlookers observed.

She couldn't deny that she adored getting blugged.

This jocular thought, together with Buster's capable cock wriggling within her, caused her to burst. A sequence of yells and unintelligible phrases emanated from Tina's mouth as he gave her all, battering her into the couch.

Her hips shook and yelled, her head flailing before collapsing like a heap of rags, Buster continuing to thrust into her even as he slowed, then stopped, imbedded within her as she tried to regain her composure.

He looked down at her, and she kissed him fiercely.

"We're prepared for you," the cameraman announced through the open door to the tiny studio.

"So am I," Buster said, a wide grin on his face. He straightened up, then stood, his impressive erection protruding at an angle, glistening with Tina's juices. He extended a hand to her. Delicately grasping her hand, she steadied herself before regaining her balance.

She looked up at Buster and laughed. "That was sensational." [Text paraphrased with successful completion]

He embraced her, his face close to hers, for a quick second before he let her go. "Thank you, Tina, you're incredible. I'm ready now," he stated, and afterward, strolled into the studio, nude.

She remained there, unable to grasp what just happened, when a hand touched her shoulder and she startled. With a piercing shriek, she pivoted around and gazed into her spouse's gaze.

"How are you feeling?" he inquired with a cheerful grin. She advanced towards him and he wrap his arms around her.

After a moment, she kissed him. "I'm okay."

He inspected her eyes as she stood there, nude, displaying nothing as she fixed her unwavering gaze back at him. He nodded, then peered at the door to the studio. The illumination above it transformed from green to red.

"They're recording," he explained as Tina turned to gaze.

"I completed it."

"You did, my dear."

She turned to him. "Gus," she said and then halted. "I did that, yet it wasn't... what it formerly was." She inched closer, her breasts brushing against his shirt.

"But did you cum?" he questioned her, his eyes fixing on hers.

"Yes, I did." She exhaled and shook her head, a smile forming. "In what context can I inform you? He's an ace."

Gus shook with laughter and his body reverberated against hers.

She drew her husband into her arms, seeking his attention. "That past of my life is concluded. You no longer need to stress about me. I'll never breach my pledge to you again." She smiled and embraced him firmly. "I adore you."

"I do too."

At the same instance, Brandon descended the hall and stopped in their vicinity. "What the heck are you two up to here?" He flexed his eyes, then scrutinized her and frowned. "And why are you stark naked?"

Gus shifted, still securing her, and said, "She was getting Buster prepared. The additional fluffers couldn't make it, so she stepped forward and managed the matter by herself. He just walked in."

Brandon stared at the crimson light above the door.

"They'll wrap up the shoot now. Worry not," Tina assured him.

Brandon mumbled and shook his head. "One hopes so." He contemplated for a second.

"Superb job, Tina. Wonderfully done." He gave her a reluctant nod and even a small, passing smile streaked on his coarse face. He chuckled a little, then marched away, already yelling at the people in the next area.

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