Chapter 1
Henry Morton, president of International Studios, tented his fingers, leaned back in his chair behind the massive mahogany desk, and said, "Get up, Miss-er-"
"Johnson," the brown-haired girl said, leaping up, "Pam Johnson."
Morton nodded. "Oh, yes. I'd like to see you walk, Miss Johnson."
Pam Johnson smiled prettily and walked back and forth across the heavy carpet in front of the studio executive. She wore a tight dress that hugged her many curves, and she'd made sure there was no telltale mark of underwear showing by the simple expedient of not wearing any underwear. The result to any male was breathtaking. Her breasts jutted out the material, with the nipples poking through the clothes. The dress molded against her shapely thighs and legs. But neither of those areas held Morton's attention.
Oh, baby, he thought, she's really got an Ash oh her, all right. Man, how I'd love to press my cock up against it-and into it.
Shuddering in pleasant anticipation, he half-closed his eyes and reached down to rub the front of his trousers while he continued watching the exaggerated wiggle of the brown-haired girl's buttocks.
Pam Johnson gulped. For Pete's sake, she thought, he's playing with himself! The smile, however, never left her face. Well, why not, the thoughts continued, that's better than some of the other guys I've seen in Hollywood. The others want to screw me, or have me go down on them.
Even as she walked back and forth, she managed to keep most of her wiggling buttocks turned in Henry Morton's direction. It was her chief asset, and the main reason she'd been picked as one of the seven finalists in the contest for the title of MISS DERRIERE. International Studios was sponsoring the contest, and the winner was to receive a starring role in a movie to be made with that title.
The man's admiring voice broke into her thoughts. "Very nice. Miss Johnson. You got a nice ass. Real nice."
She blushed. "Thank you, Mr. Morton."
"You have some pictures there?" He pointed to her portfolio on the couch. "Bring it here."
She bent over the couch to give him another view of her buttocks with the cloth stretched across her rounded flesh so he could see it perfectly outlined, with the crack running down the center. She heard him sigh, and when she turned around, found him rubbing the front of his pants all the harder. She circled his desk and stood beside him, opening her portfolio on his desktop. Then she bent over it.
"These were taken by Ron Williams, the glamour photographer," she said.
Henry Morton chuckled to himself. The ass photographer, you mean, he thought. Most of Ron's poses were from the rear, even the sedate ones for national publication and for calendars. Ron loved asses as much as he did, which is why he was one of the judges in the contest. Morton had a collection of Ron Williams photographs at home-specially posed ones of models and starlets showing off their tight ass-holes close up.
Some of them had dildos or enema tubes stuck up the openings. There were even a couple of them of now-well-known movie and television celebrities who'd pay any price to buy up the pictures and negatives. But Henry Morton wasn't selling them, nor was he blackmailing any of the stars. They just turned him on, so he kept them for his own pleasure.
Meanwhile, there was something right under his nose that could give him pleasure-and it wasn't the glossy photographs Miss Johnson was showing him. No, it was Miss Pam Johnson herself, with her glossy ass sticking almost in his face. The rest of her was pretty good, too. Bent over the desk, she showed off her full breasts in the gaping opening of her dress. Morton's gaze wandered down over her slim waist, her flaring hips, along her slim, curved legs. All he had to do was reach over and touch those legs, slide his hand up along the inside of her thigh. He leaned back in his chair and stared at her buttocks. The cloth was stretched tight across it. He couldn't see any panty rim. Under the dress was a bare ass inches away from him.
His fingers itched. His mouth watered. His cock stood on end in his pants, raring to go into action. How I'd love to ram it up into her, he thought wildly. How I'd love to fuck her in the ass!
The thought excited him all the more. He wondered what she'd do if he made a move in her direction. Nothing, probably. He'd had his face slapped in his day, but generally not by any aspiring starlets who knew better. If Miss Pam Johnson with the sweet ass didn't know any better, she should.
"Here's the shot of me," she was saying, "that's my favorite."
"Lovely," he said, not bothering to look at it. Why should he, when she was right there with him in the flesh. "You've got a lovely figure, Miss Johnson. And an especially lovely ass."
He put one hand up and let the palm of it rub her buttocks through the cloth of her dress. Her flesh felt warm, and he was pleased she didn't flinch or pull away. A glance at her face told him she was aware of what he was doing. Her face was red, and it got redder as he dropped his hand in a gliding motion along the slope of her rounded buttocks until his fingers encountered bare flesh just under the hem of the dress. He eased his hand between her legs and started back up to her crotch. She stiffened very slightly as the edge of his hand touched her naked pubic area.
"It's all right, Miss Johnson," he said soothingly, "let's just keep looking at the pictures, shall we?"
Pam nodded, unable to speak. She'd had a lot of guys put their fingers there since she'd arrived in town. She didn't mind that so much, because a guy's finger inside her vagina wouldn't make her pregnant. Even his tongue wasn't so bad if he wanted to suck her. But it would be just her luck for some son of a bitch to knock her up. It would be bad enough for the folks back in Iowa to know she'd failed to make the grade, without getting pregnant, too. That's why she didn't mind so much sucking a guy's penis and letting him come in her mouth. Anything but having him have his orgasm up between her legs. She heard that Henry Morton wasn't that kind of a guy. Well, it looked like she was going to find out-
She squealed as his finger shot up inside her vagina and rubbed her clit for a moment, but she didn't mention it and neither did he. She kept on turning pages of her portfolio without really seeing them, aware that the man's attention was now totally on her behind.
"Hmmm, beautiful," Henry Morton murmured as he peeled the bottom of her dress up over her buttocks to the small of her back. The two round naked globes were very close to his face now, and he moved his cheeks forward to rub his face against her soft flesh. He loved the smell of her ass, the tingling warmth of it. He pressed his lips fully against one side of it and then the other.
With his hand he rubbed the bulge in his pants. My cock is up good and hard now, he thought, happily. He quickly unzipped his fly and snaked out the stiff penis.
Pam caught her breath at the sound of the zipper unfastening. She told herself not to look, but her eyes involuntarily went down to his lap. His penis was large, thick, red-veined, thrusting out of the opening in his trousers along with a few reddish hairs at the base. She gulped and averted her eyes.
Despite herself, she began to get excited. Her breasts ached, and the nipples became hard points. The feel of his hand on her crotch made her shudder with anticipation. Then, abruptly, she felt his hand twist about so that the thumb lay within the outer folds of her vagina, while the middle finger forced its way up along the crack in her buttocks until it came to the opening of her anus. She stiffened again quite suddenly as the finger plunged into the hole.
Henry Morton laughed quietly to himself. It was an old trick he liked to use. Many people didn't know the ass-hole was an erogenous center. With some girls you had to fool around with her cunt and her clit for awhile first, to get her worked up, before getting down to the real good stuff. Now, with his thumb in her cunt and his finger up her ass-hole, he had her both ways-and he was determined to make the most of it.
His fingers worked in the openings, moving in and out, rotating, squeezing. With his free hand, he gripped the shaft of his penis and worked it up and down, getting it stiffer with each stroke. After a couple minutes of that, he couldn't sit still. Without releasing his grip on the girl, he got out of the chair.
"No, don't move," he said. "Just keep bending over the desk, honey."
Pam kept bending over the desk, making not the slightest pretense of looking at the pictures in her portfolio. To tell the truth, she was enjoying the touch of his fingers on her. She'd had guys stick their fingers up her cunt, but never in the anus-and Henry Morton was doing both. One would've been enough to excite her, but the combination of the two working simultaneously was getting to her. With the excitement coursing through her, she could hardly think. But then there was nothing she had to think about. She was determined to succeed as an actress no matter what-except getting herself knocked up, of course, and from what she'd heard of the president of International Studios, there was no danger of that. She hoped the stories were true. She'd never had it done to her that way before, but there was always the first time.
Henry Morton knelt behind the girl, pressing his face all over her rounded buttocks, kissing the smooth flesh all over. He released his fingers from between her legs so he could use both hands to grasp both sections of her behind and spread them apart.
He gasped his delight at the vision that greeted his eyes: a close-up view of female anus puckered invitingly at him. He accepted the invitation eagerly. Still spreading her cheeks he pressed his face close to her body, sticking out his tongue to lick the puckered opening. When she squealed involuntarily and moved, he gripped her buttocks harder and pressed forward with renewed determination. Her flesh felt warm and moist against his tongue. His taste buds tingled as he delved deeper into the hole open for him.
Pam Johnson shivered with delight as the man's tongue licked her intimately. She'd had guys go down on her before, but never there, and the experience was new and different enough to make her more excited than she'd ever been. She closed her eyes and murmured and rotated her hips against his face.
"You like having your ass-hole sucked, don't you, baby?" he said.
It was a statement, not a question. She murmured her yes to it just the same, knowing he wanted to hear the word. Then she squealed as he spread her cheeks again and attacked her opening with his tongue.
Henry Morton was getting very excited. The smell of her female flesh, the touch of her warm buttocks against his face, the taste of her ass-hole on his lips and tongue-all combined to make him tremble with desire for the girl. He rose to his feet and pressed his stiff penis into the crack of her buttocks, rubbing it back and forth until it throbbed. He gasped as she moved back and wiggled her behind against his groin.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "I just gotta fuck you in the ass!"
Pam Johnson's eyes widened. She didn't mind his finger there, or his tongue-but his stiff penis was quite another thing. Guys had put their penises up her snatch from behind, but they'd bypassed the smaller opening above it. She was apprehensive, but at the same time she was thrilled by the prospect of a new sexual experience-and without any risk of getting pregnant.
Not that she had any choice in the matter. Henry Morton, president of International Studios, had just announced that he had to fuck her in the ass, so that's what was going to happen.
"Okay," he directed, "bend over, honey. Put your head down on the desk. That's it."
He spread her cheeks with both hands and eased the tip of his stiff, throbbing penis toward the inviting brown-rimmed pucker. As the tip of his sex organ touched the opening, the girl shuddered.
"Steady, honey," he advised, "You'll get to like it as much as I do."
He pressed forward, but he had trouble getting in.
He kept trying, until she winced. He sighed. "You're pretty tight, honey. I guess we better use some lubrication."
He reached over to his desk drawer, opened it, and took out a jar of vaseline. He scooped up a gob of it on his fingers and applied the sticky substance first to his stiff penis, then to the girl's anus.
"That should make things easier," he said.
He edged forward again, aiming his penis like an arrow toward the target between the girl's spread buttocks. Once he got the knob in the ass-hole opening, the rest would be easy. He just had to move it in, gently at first because this was the girl's first time apparently, until it was all the way. Henry Morton nodded satisfaction. A virgin ass-hole, he thought dreamily. Those were the best kind, nice and tight, with the inner muscles working to give the man a good time.
It always excited him to think of it, but nothing like when he was actually rubbing his stiff cock up against a girl's soft butt and jockeying for position against her ass-hole. He poked it against her with such force she lost her balance.
"Steady, honey," he advised.
Breathlessly, she nodded, folded her arms on the desk and leaned her face on them. Pam felt the blood rush in hot gushes through her body. His finger had worked her up pretty well, and now the anticipation of doing something sexually she'd never done before made her feel very excited herself.
Henry Morton pressed the tip of his penis directly against the vaseline smeared opening and pushed.
"Ah!" he sighed, as it went in. "Brace yourself, honey. Here goes."
He heard her catch her breath as he took her hips in both hands and shoved forward.
Pam bit her lip and felt like screaming with the pain that suddenly shot through her. She felt his penis enter her fully, then remain there for a moment.
"Oh, honey, you've got a beautiful, tight ass-hole," he murmured.
It gripped him so tightly all around his shaft he had to pause for a moment or else he'd come. And he didn't want that to happen so soon. He wanted to enjoy this virgin ass. He began working his hips against her, letting his penis slide in and out of her with short strokes. He reached under her arms and played with her breasts covered by the thin dress. She wore no bra, and he could feel the warmth of her flesh, feel the nipples grow stiff against the palms of his hands while he worked his penis more and more frantically in and out of her.
It still hurt her, but Pam realized the pain had lessened considerably. The fact that he was satisfied with her helped, too. She really wanted to win that contest and become Miss Derriere and get the movie contract that went with it.
The casting couch routine was nothing new to her. Hell, she thought practically, I've been screwed by more guys just on the off-chance they could get me a pari in some picture they never intended to make. I was the only thing they wanted to make-until the next girl came in for an interview.
At least, she thought, Henry Morton was on the level.
The studio president pumped vigorously into the girl's receptive anus. He liked the feel of it enclosing his cock, the touch of her warm butt against his groin. He liked the way she wiggled her ass, rotating the hips in a corkscrewing motion to meet his thrusts. He kept massaging her breasts through the thin material of her dress while he jerked in and out with an increasingly frantic motion. There was no point in holding back any longer. As a matter-of-fact, he soon realized he wouldn't be able to if he'd wanted to, because he could feel himself coming from way down deep inside, building up a great tidal wave of come that was rising to his stiff, throbbing cock.
Pam could feel it, too. She knew she wasn't going to have an orgasm. She generally didn't, even with regular intercourse. She thought she might because of the strangeness of what the man was doing to her, and she was really getting built up, but she knew he'd be way ahead of her. Besides, that was why she'd gone to his office in the first place, to have his brand of sex with him, to satisfy him and make him happy with her so that he'd vote for her in the contest.
The thought made her wiggle her rear even faster against him. She could feel his penis swell inside her along with the answering squeeze of her sphincter muscles gripping him like a tight hand.
It was too much for Henry Morton. He clutched the girl's rotating hips in both hands, plunged his penis deep into her anus, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes-and spurted spasm after spasm of hot fluid deep inside her.
When he was through, he sighed his relief and backed off, pulling his sticky sex organ from her. He collapsed into his chair, puffing, red-faced, smiling.
"Wow, honey," he said, "you're the greatest!"
She smiled at that. She managed to keep the smile though it was difficult for her to straighten. Her back was killing her, and she felt a dull aching sensation in her anus.
"You're very good yourself, Mr. Morton," she said. "You're the first man who's ever done it to me that way. I-I really enjoyed it."
Happily, Morton pulled her close to him and planted his lips on her mouth. He said, "I-uh-trust you and I can get together again, Miss Johnson."
"Of course," she said. "Anytime."
Fondly, he patted her white buttocks. "I think you have an excellent chance of becoming Miss Derriere." He added hastily, "But don't tell the other girls."
"Oh, I won't," she promised. "It'll be our little secret." She gathered up her portfolio. "Will that be all?"
He nodded. "For now."
She walked around the desk and across the room, aware that he was watching the twitching movements of her behind. She gave him a little smile at the door before she went out.
Henry Morton laughed to himself. Pam Johnson was a good contestant for the title role in the contest and in his movie. She had a real sweet ass-sweet for tasting and for fucking. Of course, he had his responsibilities to the studio and to the other two judges, as well as to the six other girls who were finalists in the contest. He couldn't make a hasty decision. He had to be fair and impartial so, of course, he'd have to test out each girl individually. He'd examine each perfect, rounded ass with the critical eye of a connoisseur; he'd kiss, lick and suck each puckered ass-hole like a bon vi-vaiit tasting great wine; he'd rub his cock against the rounded behind, press it into the folds of white buttocks until his cock got stiff-and then he'd ram it into the quivering ass-hole until he came.
It was a pleasant, exciting daydream. The wonderful thing about it was that it was all going to come true.