Chapter 1

Someday it's going to be me up there on the screen, I just know it. It's all a matter of playing your cards right, and believe me, even though I'm only nineteen I'm willing to play.

For now my name is just Laura. No last names yet. You'll recognize me when the time comes, when I get into the real movies and my full name leads the credits. And I got this feeling that it won't be long. See, I discovered a new philosophy that really works: It's not who you know that counts, it's who you blow. I mean it. If you don't think it works, then try me sometime, because I know it works. That's how I'm going to climb to the top. And since I was gifted with a real knockout figure, it all comes natural.

It's only a matter of time, man, only a matter of time. Then, when I'm on top, I'll be a bit more selective about my lovers. But until then I'll fuck and suck for anybody. Sooner or later I'll do it for the right person and get my big break.

Here's what I've got going for me so far. Figuring the best way to get into the movies is to make your own, I enrolled in Halden University, twenty miles north of New York City. There I take film-making courses during the day. At night I work the projection booth at Four Star Cinema, where I get to see all the skin flicks for nothing at all, and even get paid. So it's at my job that I get the most experience. Sort of like on-the-job training on how to be a movie actress.

Take last night, for instance.

It was dark in the projection room when I arrived, late again as usual. Ever since I landed this job running the projector at Four Star Cinema, I don't think I've been on time once. But the boss won't yell at me, considering all the nice things I do for him. Good old Mr. Brent. Extras, he calls it. All part of the job, he says. But I don't mind. After all, that's part of my philosophy.

I set up the equipment as fast as I could after I looked out the booth at the audience. We had a full house; and they were getting impatient.

"Hey, Laura, move your tail, will ya? Keep them damn customers satisfied!" His voice reached me all the way from downstairs where Mr. Brent kept his office.

"All right!" I yelled. "I'm going as fast as I can."

I wound the reels, checked the sound to see if it was in sync, dimmed the lights and started the projector. Sweet Young Lips, the feature movie, came on the screen and I sat back to watch. Even though I'd seen the movie three times already, it still got me nice and horny.

The movie started out at a beach resort. A young blond guy was lying on the beach sunning himself. His body was tanned and muscular, and his face was almost, but not quite, movie-star quality. Just a nice-looking guy. His hair wasn't too long or too short, just blond and wavy. His most attractive feature was the nice cock-bulge in his swimsuit.

I lit a cigarette and watched, knowing what was coming next.

The young high-school chick with long black hair and big tits, almost as big as mine, comes walking up to him. Her jugs're practically spilling out of her skimpy red bikini.

"Hi, what's happening?" she says.

The guy raises his sunglasses and looks her up and down, definitely pleased with what he sees. The chick pushes her long hair back aver her shoulders and stretches, inhaling so deep that her tits almost burst out of her top.

"Well, why don't you sit down and we'll see what happens, babe?"

I have to admit the dialog isn't the most thrilling thing I've ever heard, but a fuck movie doesn't need that much talk to hold your interest.

He moved over and made room for her on the blanket. She lay down on her stomach and asked him to put some tanning lotion on her back. At the same time she reached back and untied the strap of her bikini top.

The blond looked up and down the beach. There's no one close enough to see what's happening. Lotion in his hand, he climbs on her back, sitting on her ass, and rubs the lotion on her shoulders.

A close-up shows a growing bulge in his swim trunks.

She starts grinding her ass up and down and his eyes light up. Right away his hands go under her ribs, slide up and clutch her tits. She moans and lifts herself up on her elbows so her tits are easier to reach. Big round tits, completely filling his hands. Her nipples poke out through his fingertips.

This is the part that gets to me. I imagine myself as the girl lying down, and the stud sitting on top of me with his big prick, squeezing my tits.

I squirmed in my seat a little bit, to ease the tension on my clit. It looked like it was going to be one of those nights.

All of a sudden the guy rolls off her and lies down on his back. "It's my turn now."

She sits up, her tits swaying in the sun, big and bobbling. One of his hands cups her right tit and his fingers tickle her nipple. Then she does her thing with the lotion. At first she sticks to rubbing his legs, his chest, and his stomach, but then her hands go wider the suit and pull it down to his hips until his huge cock comes springing out. Oh, man, his prick's so big and rock-hard that I can almost feel it in my cunt.

Her eyes do a double-take at the size of his cock, but she keeps at it, rubbing the lotion up and down the shaft of his cock, then squeezing the tip. And I'm ready to hump the first thing that walks through the door.

The camera does a close-up on his face, eyes closed in ecstasy, then it pans down to his stomach until finally it focuses on his cock, standing straight up in the air about nine inches long. She jerks his prick faster with one hand and tugs at her tits with the other.

All of a sudden the girl stands up and rips off her bikini bottom, spreads her legs as far as they'll go, and slowly sits down. Grabbing his cock with both hands, she guides it right into her pussy, lowering herself onto it. She slides down an inch, then another, until there's only a few inches of glistening cock visible.

I started moving around in my chair, feeling that familiar wetness between my legs. You don't know how much I wanted that big cock ramming into my cunt.

So my eyes are glued to the screen.

She opens her mouth wide and sighs. Now she's got his whole cock inside her cunt and she raises herself up and down, fucking herself on it. His hands clamp onto her ass-cheeks and push her up and down while he jams his cock into her cunt faster and faster. Then it's like she's having convulsions the way she humps up and down so fast, her eyes closed, her tongue rolling across her lips, and the camera shows the, veins on his cock sticking out, and it's all wet, and glistening. And then it's buried in her pussy again.

Man, do I feel jealous.

The soundtrack fades into long moans while she says, "Fuck me, fuck me! Fuck it good, oh so good! Fuck, fuck, fuck it!" Anti a big smile flashes across his face.

Then she starts pumping his fuck-stick faster than the speed of light and her whole body starts to shake. Her hands are pulling on her tits, lifting them and letting them slide through her fingers. She screams and then her whole body goes limp.

He's still fucking her even after she comes.

Without saying a word, he lifts her off him and pushes her head down to his prick, then rains it between her lips. Her tits swing against his balls as she buries her face in his cock. About six inches of prick go into her mouth before her cheeks start bulging and she begins to gag. There's still a good three inches of cock-meat left that she jerks with her hand. Her head bobs up and down on his prick like one of those toy dogs you see on dashboards. He pulls his prick out, then slams it into her mouth even farther. She still can't suck it all.

Then his hands clasp her head and push down. "Relax, that's all, relax. You can take the whole thing." She tries to pull away but he has a firm grip on her and forces his prick all the way in. Her eyes start to water but she keeps sucking that nine-inch hunk of meat.

All of a sudden the guy bucks up, almost lifting her head clear in the air. The cum starts dripping out of her mouth down her chin, and she swallows and swallows.

Finally she lays down exhausted, with her face next to his cock, gently licking it with her tongue until all the cum has dried on her lips.

"By the way," he says. "What's your name?"

I felt completely drained and I didn't even come at all. It was a good scene, I have to admit. So I have to rub my cunt through my skirt while the movie goes on into the plot. I don't pay attention to the screen. The next fuck scene wouldn't be for a while. For some real action all I have to do is look down into the audience. There the show's usually better than the movie because most of the people in the theater are with their dates and it's obvious why they came to the Four Star.

In one of the back rows I see this guy I know from college, Ken, who's in one of my film-making classes. Next to him is this chick I've seen in the halls a few times. She always seemed so dignified and refined before, the cute little dickhead... But now his pants are unzipped and she's, yanking on his hard-on a mile a minute, jerking him off good. He is hung! That much I can see from upstairs in the booth ... and man, do I want a taste of that cock.

When he came, his jizz spurted in the air before she could wrap a handkerchief around his cock. The poor guy, I thought. She's still bashful about sucking him off. I decided to treat him to a first-class blow-job the first chance I got. I'd show him how a real girl could lick his dick.

It's the same thing all over the theater. All these cocks standing straight up, the girls either sucking them or jerking them off. And the girls have their legs spread so the guys can finger their cunts.

So I'm watching all the action, both on-screen and off, when I hear the door to the projection room open. I don't turn around. Instead I bend forward a bit, leaning out the projection booth so my skirt raises up to my ass. I don't know who it is, but I know it's not the boss. He doesn't come to get his rocks off until closing time. Whoever it is, I hope he's horny.

Slow footsteps cross the floor. I still don't turn around. Then I feel some weight against me. A certain kind of weight. Like a stiff hard cock pressing against my ass. Turning my face, I can see it's Steve, the guy who works the cashier booth. I act surprised, smile at him, then turn my face back to the screen.

We've flirted around before but never gotten around to brass tacks. I guess it's because he's married, the poor guy. He showed me a picture of his wife one day, and I sure feel sorry for him. She looks like a professional wrestler.

"Looks like a full house tonight, Laura," he said, trying to make it seem accidental that his cock is pressing against me, like he's just trying to look at the audience.

"Sure does, Steve. Take in a lot of money downstairs?"

"Hell, yeah. We're rolling in cash. I think I'll have to ask the boss for a raise, we took in so much money."

"Oh, the boss gives me a raise every night," I said.

He blushed, really embarrassed. For a second I thought he was going to give up and move away from me. I leaned even farther aver the edge of the booth so my ass was lifting right against the cock-bulge in his pants. It kept his attention from wandering.

He cleared his throat. Man, why be shy about it? If he wants to fuck me, all he has to do is say so. I'm all for it at this stage. My panties are so wet I could take on a couple of guys.

"Steve," I said. "Look over there at that couple."

"I can't see," he said.

"Well, come closer."

He put his arms around my shoulders and looked out, stepping even closer to me. I wiggled my ass in a circle against his cock.

"See that chick in the third row? Nice set of tits, huh?"

"Yeah, they sure are," he said.

"But mine are nicer. Don't you think so?"

I knew he did. Ever since! started working here, he couldn't keep his eyes off my thirty-eight chest. And I made sure he had plenty of chances to look at my knockers. Like the times I'd come in and change my clothes in the back room where he would have a cigarette before going into the cashier's booth. His mouth was definitely interested in getting a good suck on my tits.

"Y-yeah, Laura," he stammered. "I think you have real nice breasts."

"Tits, Steve. Call them tits. It makes me feel hornier.

That did it for him. If he had any doubts about whether or not I'd fuck him, they were gone. I was one hungry cunt.

I wiggled my ass against him again and he groaned.

So I kept watching the movie. At this point a new girl is sucking off a sailor in a seaside bar, and he's spurting cum all over her face Steve's hands slid down the back of my thighs, then grabbed my ass. He lifted my skirt and pushed his cock harder against me. His fingers dug right into my crack, spreading my ass-cheeks. He rammed me a couple of times like that.

I felt his fingers peeling my stockings down my legs, then I felt his lips kiss the back of my legs. His tongue darted towards my drooling box.

My cunt was dripping with honey. Between Steve's tongue and watching the blow-lob onscreen, I was what you call excited. I was hornier than hell.

He stood again and crept his hands around my front, giving my tit a good squeeze. At first he rubbed them through the muslin halter top I was wearing, but then his fingers dove right under my bra and clamped onto my jugs.

He was good, gentle at first, rubbing my erect nipples with his fingers while shoving his cock between my buns. Then he squeezed my tits harder and harder, the way I like it, and untied the lace strings on my halter.

I was hot for him then, wanting to feel his cock m my mouth, in my cunt, in my asshole. Anywhere at all, as long as I could feel his hot sperm shooting into me.

I reached my arms behind me and freed my tits by unclasping the bra. When I turned to face him, his eyes almost popped out of his head. And I knew he'd never seen such first-class suckable tits before. Right away he fastened his mouth onto my nipples and sucked me, squeezing my jugs with his hands.

His cock was almost popping out of his pants.

Sliding down out of his grasp, I knelt on the floor, eye-level with his cock. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Good. He wasn't wearing any underwear. I nuzzled my face against his hairy crotch and licked his nuts. Then I made a big 0 with my lips and plunged onto his cock, sliding it all the way down my throat. I came up for air, jerked his dick, then went down again. His prick felt nice and warm as it slid over my tongue, nice and hard as I jerked it with my hands.

Thanks to the movie, I had no problem taking his cock all the way down. My clit was throbbing besides, I felt competitive, wanting to suck cock better than that chick on the beach.

My hands pulled his ass close and I practically felt his cock in my stomach. When his dick was all the way in, I slid my tongue back and forth on his cock-shaft and sucked really hard. When I give a guy a blow-job, he really knows it.

Steve knew it for sure. He poured a steaming load of cum down my throat, warm and sweet. I kept sucking and drooling until there wasn't a drop of jism left.

And his cock was still hard. Great! I had a real cocksman on my hands. Or in my mouth, I should say.

I stood up and lifted my cunt onto his prick. It was a nice and tight pleasurable fit. I bounced my cunt on his dong for a minute and then I stepped back. I turned around and bent over the booth again.

"Fuck me in the ass, Steve."

"But I've never done that before," he said.

"If you don't fuck my ass, then I'm going to tell your wife what's going on."

"You wouldn't."

He was right. I wouldn't. I didn't care about his wife, or him either. All I wanted was a stiff prick up my asshole, and that seemed to be the best way to get him to do it.

With my skin raised above my hips, I leaned over the booth, resting my bare tits on the ledge. If anyone in the audience looked up then, they'd see the nicest pair of knockers in the world. But the people down there had other things on their minds.

I felt a probe in back of me. The head of his cock was touching my shitter. I wiggled up and down so his cock would make my asshole nice and wet. Then his hands grabbed my hips and he started the plunge. His cock-head felt so good as it went in my shit-chute bit by bit, the warm throbbing shaft sliding in. When I pushed back real hard, it felt like my ass-cheeks were splitting, but then his prick Went all the way in my butt.

"Rub my cunt, Steve."

His fingers went right to my clit, then probed inside my cunt-hole like a miniature prick. I grabbed my tits with both hands and squeezed them, the way only a girl knows how to do. He kept on pounding his meat into my asshole.

Sensations were flooding me from every direction. My ass with his pulsing cock, my cunt with his electric fingers, and my tits with my own hands.

I started coming and coming and coming and morning, "Oh, stick it in more, stick your cock in me, baby. It feels so fucking good ... oh.. ."

I was moaning like a real animal and kept coming in one long delicious orgasm, and his cum was still tasty in my mouth, and then I just ultra relaxed, all fucked out.

When Steve pulled his prick out of my ass, I just sat on the floor and rested. Meanwhile on the screen an orgy was going on. Three big-titted girls were sucking off three different guys all on the same bed. And I was very, very relaxed.

Steve left right away. He looked kind of sheepish when he tucked his cock back into his pants. But I knew he would be back for more some day. Once a guy feels my body going to work on him, he definitely comes back.

About an hour later I started the second movie. This one was a real gem. The soundtrack was garbled and it didn't match the movement of the actors' lips, but it was good in the visual department. It was about this girl who wanted to get fucked but she was afraid because she was a virgin. So instead she was always doing everything but fucking her dates. Hand-jobs and blow-jobs all the way. Until the final scene when she decides to go all the way and fucks about four guys all in the same night, one after the other.

I fingered my cunt while I watched the movie. Yeah, I guess it was a good movie. Already I was horny again. I sort of half dressed so I would be ready when the boss came in at closing time. Just slipped on my skirt without putting my panties on; they were too wet anyway. No bra either. Whenever I moved, my tits poked out of my halter top since I didn't tie the string too tight.

It hit me while I was watching all, this cum shoot out on the screen. I was learning film-making, right? So wouldn't the best way to get ahead be to make a film, a good fuck film? It wouldn't be hard. Practically half the guys at the college were dying to screw me, so it wouldn't be difficult to dig up actors for that department. I almost came just thinking about it. Right then and there I decided it was time to start.

Hell, I could come up with a better plot than half of those skin flicks. And my body, I'm not afraid to say, makes most of those actresses look like Girl Scouts.

In my mind I was well on the way to stardom, one foot into cock paradise.

When the movie ended, my boss came in, fat old Mr. Brent, with a silly grin on his face. It wasn't hard to figure out what he wanted.

I lay down on the rug and spread my legs. Right away he unbuckled his pants and put his hairy body on top of me. His hard-on was just five inches long, but it was his proudest possession. He started pounding away at my cunt. Good old-fashioned Mr. Brent. Just wham-barn, thank-you-ma'am. It was over in five minutes, and I didn't even come.

He was real businesslike when he dressed. He put on his dumb old trousers in about two seconds flat, zipped up his fly and was gone without any small talk at all. But I didn't mind. After all, I was the highest paid projectionist in the whole fucking city.

I went into the rest room and cleaned up a little, thinking back to the day when I applied for the job, still hearing Mr. Brent saying, "I'm looking for a special type of girl to run the projector." And he was looking at my tits. I wasn't wearing a bra, just an old red sweater, two sizes too small, so I wiggled my chest real quick, making my jugs bobble.

"I think I know what you mean," I said, and lifted my sweater up over my tits.

"You got the job, honey," he said, and laughed. "Let me explain the terms." That meant me drawing up my skirt so he could fuck me right away and seal our contract. Less than half an hour after I applied for the job, we were sweating naked on his office couch, really fucking up a storm.