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This is a story of two adults (Both over the ages of 21 years) who were parted at birth, and fated to meet up again in the seedy world of Pornography.

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Peter Garrett was the image of what everyone pictures a Californian Beach boy to be. At 27 years of age, he stood 6′ 2″ tall, his blond hair surmounting a deeply tanned body, muscle toned from daily gym workouts. He was strikingly handsome, with piercing bright blue eyes, strong white teeth and a devastating smile. Peter didn’t have to look for girls, they flocked to his side but, very few found their way to his bed. He didn’t need them, Peter was a porn star, a very, very successful porn star, probably the most famous of all the West coast actors. It wasn’t just his looks that got him into the movie business, he could act, but most of all, he could perform.

He acted under the name of ‘Dick Longhorn’ and had been nicknamed, ‘The Bucket’ after his ability to produce prodigious amounts of semen time after time, exactly when needed. It was true that his seven-inch equipment was not as long as your run of the mill porn star, but his girth was huge. Even he could not get his hand around his staff when fully erect.

His female co-stars adored acting with him and swore he was the only man who could actually cause them to have genuine orgasms during their film shoots, whilst either filling or painting them with his cum.

Peter’s Father, Robert, had served in the marines in Europe and on discharge had built up a very successful engineering company, whilst his Step- Mother had been a loving, caring homemaker. Despite living the American dream, Peter’s life was not complete. He had a sibling, somewhere.

At aged 18 years, his father had taken him aside and told him about the woman, Rebecca he had shared his life with back in England whilst serving with the U.S. Forces. How they had met, fallen for each other and within weeks, she had been pregnant with Peter. Her own family had been kept a secret from him, for some reason, Peter’s mother was not prepared to divulge. As the imminent end of his father’s tour of duty came around, it placed a great strain on the relationship and as it drew closer, the relationship broke down.

His mother never told his father why she let him take their baby Peter home to the USA. His father knew she undoubtedly loved Peter and was distraught at their parting, but still would not explain herself.

It was two years later that Peter’s father met his step mother and eventually marriage followed. She showered him with as much love as if he was her own son, more so since discovering she could not have children of her own. She had even insisted that his father try to find his natural mother in order to keep her abreast of the happenings in her son’s life. Alas, despite the use of an English Detective agency, he had been unable to do so. It seemed that the information she had given him about her own life had been less than factual, he had had a 30 month affair with an enigma.

Roberta Laing was a stunningly beautiful English Rose. At 25 years of age, her tall, athletic body stood 5′ 10″ tall with full, heavy 36C breasts, a 26″ waist and 38″ hips at the centre of which sat the most perfect shaved pussy. At its pinnacle sat the lair of probably the largest Clitoris even seen in the porn world. When fully engorged, it stood proudly two and a half inches long and as thick as her thumb. A few of her girlfriends had claimed full sexual satisfaction after she had used it to fuck them to orgasm.

Roberta’s pale white complexion was emphasised by her warm red cheeks and framed by her lustrous long black hair falling to her shoulders. Her inviting and sensuous lips glistened wetly and cried out to be kissed as her deep brown eyes drew you in. Truly, Roberta had the face of an Angel, a dark, sensuous and erotic angel who deserved her place as one of Britain’s top porn stars. An unusual occupation for a product of a senior ecclesiastical English family. Her acting ability was second to none, she could fuck with the best of them and on the few occasions when she herself had actually had an orgasm, she gushed like a Texas oil well. Her background was no secret, she made it clear that her career had been her own choice and so should not reflect on any other members of her family. This made her the Darling of the English press who eagerly followed and reported on all her movements.

Despite her chosen profession, Roberta was the darling of the ‘Chelsea set’. She was seen in all the right places, with all the right people. Her life was a total success and appeared to be complete. However, Roberta did not see it that way, she had a missing brother. She had always known that her father had been an American serviceman and that she had an elder brother who had gone to the USA with his father. Her mother, Galicia, had told her that she would fully explain the circumstances to her when she felt she was ready, but alas, her mother had passed away with a terminal illness before she able to do so.

The shrill demetevler escort ring of the telephone startled Roberta as she sat at the breakfast bar drinking her coffee. The screen clearly showed it was from her Agent, Bill Cotton who was never in the habit of making early calls. She reached for the phone. “Hello Bill, what brings you calling so early?”

“Roberta, I need you down at my office as soon as you are able. It’s big, it’s bigger than big, it’s a game changer.”

“Rob, you are going to love it, see you soon.”

True to her word, within the hour, Roberta glided into Bill’s office and was quickly ushered through by his secretary.

“Now Bill, what’s all the excitement about.”

“Wait for this, you know Peter Garrett?”

“Bill, everyone who’s anyone in our business knows Peter Garrett. What about him?”

“They want to pair you up, you and Peter in a big budget movie. The two biggest porn stars in the business, Miss UK meet Mr USA “.

“Well it certainly sounds good, tell me more about the ‘Big Budget’.”

Bill explained that he had been contacted by Peter Garrett’s agent wanting to set up the deal. He had major financial backing from clients eager to set up the ultimate showdown between herself and Peter. They wanted her to fly out to Los Angeles and shoot the film there. It was big budget and was going to put ‘Deep Throat’ to shame when it came to receipts. “Rob, once you crack the USA market, the world is your oyster.”

“Sounds good, let’s do it.

A fortnight later, Rob and her make-up artist, Bella, found themselves being driven down the access road to ‘El Diablo’ ranch complex. Not a ranch in every sense of the word, this ranch consisted of a cutting-edge film studio, built to produce nothing but pornography on a scale to take the breath away.

Rob’s car slid to a halt outside the entrance to the main building where they were greeted by a tall good looking elderly man. His skin was weather beaten, darkened by the sun and his teeth were the whitest she had ever seen. Taking her soft hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze and said, “Pleased to meet you Roberta, I’m David, the CEO of this outfit. I have looked forward to meeting you for quite some time now. I have followed your career and must say that I would give my right arm to have you under contract.”

“Well David,” Roberta replied. “It seems to me you now do have me under contract, at least for this film.”

After directing staff to take her baggage and escort her friend to their rooms, he took Roberta by the elbow steered her through the lobby to a large air conditioned office overlooking an immaculately manicured garden.

Roberta gasped as the cold air hit her and felt her nipples swell and stiffen in response to the change in climate. She was still amazed at just how long and stiff her nipples could get. Once fully aroused, they stood an inch and a half in length and were stiff as hard wood. They were incredibly sensitive and had often given her the most mind bending nipple orgasms. Her nipples had also been responsible for reducing many of her fellow actresses to quivering jelly on the occasions that nipple confrontations had taken place as part of ‘Sex fight’ shoot. Although not her speciality, she had never been beaten when called upon to match them up against a rival. Her breasts too were tight and muscular, soft to the touch but still a tight firm base for each of her stiff nipples. She had often been accused of having had enhancement but this was not the case, her incredibly firm breasts rode high on her chest without any sag and they were all 100% Roberta’s.

Directing her to a seat, David returned to his desk and calling his Secretary, informed her that they were not to be disturbed.

“So, Roberta, what do you know about our forthcoming movie?” He asked whilst his eyes were drawn to her twin orbs and the turgid nipples surmounting them.

“To be frank David, I know very little. I’m aware that your backers have it in mind to pair me up with Peter Garrett in what I suspect is some battle of the sexes. I am quite comfortable with the fact that I am currently the top English actress on the British Porn scene, if not the European scene. Peter, as we all know, is the top actor stateside and it seems to me that it could be a sensible and very financially rewarding situation for everybody should we film together.”

“I believe you have the situation mapped out.” Said David. “My backers are so sure it is going to be a sure-fire hit, they have given me an almost limitless budget and this is going to see your name plastered all over the USA as ‘The’ female porn star of the century. Naturally, if they are investing that kind of money, they want some say in the content of the movie and have demanded an unusual rider on the shoot.”

Roberta raised an eyebrow, “And just what exactly is that rider David?”

“Well apart from your acting, we all know what your party piece is.”

A smile filled Roberta’s face. “Would escort demetevler that be anything to do with my reaction to the occasional orgasm?”

“That’s certainly part of it.” David said. “It’s also fair to say that Peter has an equally amazing response to his orgasm, I’m sure you are aware of it?”

“I have seen enough of his movies to know that he comes with the best of them. He has an amazing discharge and I look forward to being painted with it at some time in the future.” She replied.

“Have you read the script?” David said.

Roberta let out a soft chuckle. “Script? We are talking skin flick David. I assume it’s all about the usual build up, lots of oral, lots of fucking and then he paints me with the money shot.” Why do we need a script?”

“Ah, there’s the rub Roberta. My backers do not want a body painting conclusion, they want to finish with a ‘Cream pie’. They have it in mind that a ‘Cream pie’ between you and Peter would be spectacular to say the least.”

“Stop right there David. Did you do your homework when you researched me? If you did, you would know that I do not ever, ever, do ‘Cream pie’ shots.”

“Look Roberta, we are not talking about any journey man porn actor here, we are talking about Peter Garrett. I have his medical records here, he was tested only two days ago and has been on site since. You are not going to catch anything from him for Christ’s sake!”

“Disease is not the issue David. I am not on the pill, it does not agree with me or my body and on top of that, I am just coming into my fertile cycle. In the situation, I am prepared to go head to head with Peter sans protection, but no way is he dumping his load inside me.”

“Roberta, stay with me on this. It is a one off shoot, the biggest shoot you will have done, it is going to make you the darling of the USA porn industry, and I will have the ‘morning after’ pill on a platter in the wings.”

“It’s as well you have a limitless budget David. This ‘Cream pie’ of yours is going to cost you a fortune and understand me on this, you only get to have one shot at it. No re-takes, it works or it doesn’t”

“I can live with that.” He said.

“Another thing David, there is no guarantee that Peter is going to make me ‘cum’ on cue. Even I don’t know when I am going to let it go and it’s not something I can fake.”

David looked at Roberta and pursed his lips. “Well, our backers think they have come up with an idea to guarantee a, how shall we put it? A mutual meeting of fluids on the cream pie shoot.”

Roberta gave a low earthy chuckle. “Oh boy, I’m looking forward to hearing this.”

“Well it’s like this. They have insisted that for the next two days we shoot the whole of the story, less you and Peter fucking. Under no circumstances will either of you allow yourselves to cum, all the build-up, but no cum. That includes working with the other actors. Secondly, they want you and Peter to work on each other ‘off-set’ for the next two days. Again, just build up, no cumming.”

“They want what?” Gasped Roberta. “You want me and Peter to spend two days fucking each other just to you can get your cum shot?” “What does he have to say about it?”

“To be fair, he was not exactly overwhelmed by the plan. He was quite happy to spend time with you, getting to know each other, but still the proposal did intrigue him. He did say he would do it, but only if you were fully on board with it. We have a full suite set aside for you both, you won’t be doing it in front of the rest of the crew.”

“I think you will find this is going to be a very costly exercise David. I will talk with Peter and if we are both comfortable with it, we’ll fuck for your backers.

“That’s great, but don’t forget, there must be no ‘cumming’. Save it for the big on screen shot.”

“Let’s hope it lives up to your expectations.” She said.

“Oh, and one last thing.”

“David, that is enough. I am on the edge of walking out on this project. You already have me fucking bare back and Peter cumming in me. You have me fucking him for two days off-set and I think that is enough.”

“No, you will like this. They have insisted that the cream pie shoot takes place on a closed set. Fixed cameras and no sound recording. Just you and Peter on the set, doing it naturally. It won’t quite be the same, but my engineers have convinced me that they can cut your voices from the build-up scenes and dub them onto the finished product.”

“Just me and Peter, no crew, no distractions?”

“Exactly. They figure that after two days of build-up, being left to your own devices should produce the effect for which they are looking. The only sticking point is that when you both blow, you have to make sure your legs are spread so we can get the close up on the cream pie.”

“Fuck. Who are these backers anyway? If I’m having an orgasm, I’m going with the flow. There is no way I can guarantee spreading my legs for the camera.”

“Just do your best Roberta, demetevler escort bayan there will be a lot of cameras in there with you, but remotely operated. We will get the shot we are looking for.”

Roberta closed her eyes for a moment and felt her nipples grow even larger, pushing against the soft material of her blouse. She squirmed slowly in her seat and almost gasped as she feet the cool air freeze the wetness of her damp panties. Without realising it, the idea of a one on one almost private fuck session with Peter was turning her on. Her competitive nature suddenly wanted to test her body against his in a marathon fuck. Could she drain him and be the

porn actor?”

Drawing herself into the present, she turned to David and said, “So what else do you have lined up for me? Give me the full plot.”

“Well it’s all the usual filler stuff but the bones of the plot are set around you, Peter and Callista Beatty.”

“Wow, Callista Beatty, only the top porn actress this side of the pond. Your backers are certainly pulling out all the stops.”

“Yeah, well they are expecting huge returns on this deal.”

“What, based on me and Peter fucking and coming off together?”

“Not exactly, I mean, not only that. They figure the battle between you and Callista will more than help the situation.”

“Jesus Christ, does this get any worse? Remind me to insist on reading the fucking plot before taking on any more work. What exactly do you mean by ‘battle’ with Callista? I don’t do sex fights, if you want that, go see a female boxing match.”

“Come on Roberta, I’ve seen some of your movies, you have gone tit to tit and pussy to pussy with other actresses before.”

“That’s grinding David. I can grind with the best of them, in fact I probably am the best of them but I have never shot full on sex fights.”

“Well you being the best is moot, I believe Callista thinks she has that title.”

“Maybe in America, but she’s not on the same playing field as me.”

That’s what they are looking for, you and Callista grinding it out between you. A kind of International grinding competition, UK v USA.”

Roberta, felt her pussy heating up and become much more damp as she pictured herself locked up with Callista. Although she did not do a lot of grinding on film, she loved it in her private life. Being bi-sexual, she had sought out others in the grinding scene and had yet to be beaten despite getting it on with the odd professional or two who did it for a living. Smiling to herself, she remembered the one occasion when the grinding had got out of hand, she had been swamped by her competitive spirit and the grinding match had turned pretty brutal with biting, punching and clawing. It had taken her nearly a month to recover from her cuts and bruises but knew it had taken her opponent even longer. Despite that, she recalled the mind-blowing orgasm as their sweating, blood soaked bodies locked up pussy to pussy and her opponent had cried out her defeat.

Shaking her head back to the present. “So what is the full plot then?” asked Roberta.

“In a nutshell, Peter and Callista are actors engaged to be married. You come over from England and Peter falls for you. Callista finds out and throws down on you, calling you to fight her for Peter. You fight, sorry, grind and having beaten her, you get Peter and he takes you to his bed for the big scene.”

“I take it Callista is aware that it will be grinding and not sex fighting? I have seen more than one of those ‘staged’ sex fights get completely out of hand and I’m not looking to swap injuries with anyone.”

“Yes of course she does. She did suggest we allow a little amount of violence to spice it up and make it look more real. She suggested that that’s what would actually happen in real life. David smiled inwardly and said, “But then she said the English pussy wouldn’t be up for it.”

He knew he’d hit the mark when he saw Roberta’s eyes darken and a tight grimace cross her face. He knew if he could unknowingly encourage the girls to take it to the next level and end up in a full-on sex fight, he could print his own money off the back of it.

Roberta’s mind was in a turmoil, her insides pulsed and throbbed and she was almost overcome with an animal urge to strike out.

“The Bitch said what?” she asked.

“Hey, don’t panic.” David said. “It was just an aside she made. She said she had seen your movies, checked out your tit and pussy grinding action and didn’t rate it. She said she could rub you down to the bone before breakfast. But that’s not what this is about, we have to keep it professional but go through the motions. Everything strictly choreographed, you do a bit of tit crushing and pussy grinding and you come out on top.”

“Yes.” Said Roberta distractedly. “They’ll be a bit of pussy rubbing alright.”

David inwardly smiled to himself. The game was afoot. He prided himself on his slick machinations. He could clearly see he had managed to wind up Roberta by her reactions. The very same reactions he had seen in Callista when he told her the same story and Roberta’s remark about Yankee pussy.

At last he turned to Roberta and said, “I will get my Secretary to show you to your suite, lunch is being served in the restaurant and I will call you when Peter arrives on set for introductions.

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