Hot Sex with a Porn Star
A Dirty Martini Short Story by Kit Oxrider
"Dude, you didn't know?"
Cam punched a pillow, skirted the bed – still warm, a vague outline still visible where Stella lay an hour ago, masturbating, putting on a show for him, her long tapered fingers going to town against her hot pink core. She'd finger fucked herself for Cam's pleasure. He'd watched her hump her tight little vee, saw it lift and fall, arching in spasms that begged for satisfaction. Legs wide, she'd cooed at him, "Cam, baby."
The two words from Stella's Cupid's bow mouth, the long, moist, pussy lips at the center of her shell pink mound, were more than enough invitation.
Cock swelling, he'd taken the bait. Ass in the air, balls tight, his cock hardening the closer he came to her musky smell, and hardening more the second he touched her yielding flesh. He spread her legs wider than they already were, ‘till he'd eased her already gaping hole wider yet, so his finger could slide inside her.
Like a cock itself, Cam's finger pumped inside Stella, worked her clit, smashed it, tickled it, and squeezed it. She'd arched her back still more, higher, so her full breasts heaved, the nipples sharply erect, while her wet pussy gaped inches from his face. "Cam, no, God, yes, stick it in, Baby, stick it in."
His cock so ready it hurt, he'd nudged at her pussy lips, circled the slick opening, pushed the helmeted tip inside her lips, softly at first, like a kiss, then hard, till he was fucking her with thrust after thrust, bumping his mound against hers, feeling her screams in her tightening belly, in each spasm of her pussy, before they tore the air, and he came inside her.
"Dude?"
Cam threw the pillow at the speaker phone.
"Shit."
The receiver fell over, knocked to the floor. Cam knew how it felt. Here he was, jerked into an unwanted reality re-entry; the horny little morning fuck fest he'd revisited in his head fading against the harsh tones of his best friend, and gossip-hound extraordinaire, Eon.
"Yeah dude. I just saw her on Pay Per View. ‘Sexy, Space Sluts, Part II, The Invasion.’ Way better than Part I, Dude. Sexy Stella wasn't even in Part I.”
"Don't call her that, okay? Damn, she said she was an actress and she'd done a few art films, art films, my ass," Cam said.
"Yo, Dude, don't knock it. That ass is definitely art."
"Hey, Eon, bye, okay, guy? No offense, but I gotta wrap my head around this."
"Yeah, sure, Dude. I understand, totally. Signing off, ciao."
Cam put the receiver back on its cradle, perched on the bed, and willed the phone to ring, willed it to be Stella, saying, baby after last night and this morning I have to tell you something, cause I don't think I can stand being with another guy, even if its pretend.
God, he was such a putz.
Sighing, Cam got up and numbly retrieved the pillow from the floor, smoothed it. It had touched a screen goddess's head, after all. About to lay it on the bed before fixing the covers and finishing the morning chore, which would erase the night of passion from his bedroom if not his mind, he noticed the note.
Obviously he'd missed it, while returning from the brisk, hot water of his shower, towel in hand, evidence that the water hadn't entirely succeeded in killing off his erection swaying before him. That was before Eon's phone call and news, before the sight of his empty bed.
The note was pink, torn from a memo-pad.
Baby, you’re the best. Got a gig, so gotta run. Don't think I didn't want to stay.
More! More! But you need your rest and I need the money. Let's hook up later, when we've both refueled, okay?
Love and kisses, Stella
He heard a phone ringing. It wasn’t his. He followed the sound to a small, pink cell phone tucked slightly under the side of his bed. Stella must have mistakenly left it.
* * *
Undoubtedly, top drawer in porno wear, his black Zorro mask showed a hell of a lot more cool than Cam felt. Underneath it, his cheeks were red, and his breath came unevenly. As for the rest of his costume, well, it left a lot to be desired.
By purest luck, Stella's agent had called to remind her they were screening male, lead hopefuls today. Also, in a rare move, they were opening the auditions to newcomers as well as seasoned actors. The agent had rambled off the info when Cam had picked up her phone.
Hardly thinking, Cam had found himself at a porn cattle call. Once there, he was summarily shoved into a dressing room, with directions to put on exactly what was given him.
Leather chaps left his ass breezy, his cock as bare as a bald, baby eagle. It reached out eagerly toward a movie screen, where the Goddess, Venus, played by Stella, was busy bonking her brains out.
Stella, her pussy sliding effortlessly up and down a wide, purple shaft, sat astride the shaft's owner, who lay on his back.
A second woman, ass cheeks wiggling, pussy grinding, her upturned breasts facing Stella, rode the man's mouth and nose, while Stella pinched her nips. Meanwhile, the woman rubbed Stella's mound, fingering the labia as it gripped and loosened the cock inside Stella.
A man with thinning hair spoke.
"This Scene is from 'Venus Rambles, Earth Spree I'. You're all here to audition for 'Earth Spree II'.
“Some of you have done this sort of work before. Those of you who haven't, count yourselves lucky for the opportunity. Generally, we don't hold a lot of open auditions.
“Watch the scene carefully and ask yourself, do I want to do this, and do this as many times as it takes to get it right?"
"What guy wouldn't?" a guy hooted fromt he side of the room.
The balding casting director just smiled at the yeller, and waved a clipboard in the general direction of Cam's penis.
Cam, who was obviously enjoying seeing Stella getting fucked in Technicolor, was less thrilled at the idea that every other guy in the room could also see how much his cock was enjoying the show.
"You look ready, get in there."
The thin-haired director waved at a door, leading to a sound stage.
* * *
He heard an argument, and Cam recognized the female voice.
"I want some enthusiasm out of you, Stella. We have to pick a male lead today. If I'd known you were going to be so picky, I would have taken the choice out of your hands, never mind your contract."
"I can't help it. I had the most amazing sex last night. I keep thinking I want that cock, and that cock only."
"Damn it, Stella, just pick one, okay?"
Cam, his heart bursting, his cock swelling, strode into the room. He lifted his mask and winked at Stella.
"Stella…" The man's voice rose a threatening notch.
"Never mind, I'll pick one." Stella pointed at Cam. "That's the cock I want."
Originally published August 2009