Star Struck Ch. 01

"Well, for what it's worth, my young friend, I can't believe what you did."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no," she smiled warmly. "Nothing wrong. I've never not swallowed it all. You can really produce."

Louis finally allowed a proud grin.

"Would you like to eat me?" she purred seductively.

He was taken aback. He thought sure she'd be sending him on his way.

As though it was a foreign concept, Louis half nodded, half shrugged, not certain how serious she was. More likely, he never expected a girl or woman to let him do it.

"Lay down."

But he didn't hesitate to accede. When he was stretched out on the sofa, she positioned herself with her pussy just above his face. She instructed him what to do and how to do it, and he went to work. Satisfyingly, he was a quick and adept learner. She then went down on his wilting cock again, having never wiped his first load from her face. She thought it might provide an extra bit of stimulus.

Louis was actually hitting many of the right spots. He had a talented tongue. Most of the guys she did in the movies were just playing for the camera. It was rare that she really felt something. But she was now. And it caused her to let out some sounds of pleasure. He was genuinely making her horny. On top of that, he was hard again. She was almost tempted to make him come again just to see if he was as good as his word. However, it was so delightful to have this virgin cock, she didn't want to risk him having only one orgasm left and wasting it on another blowjob. She wanted this bad boy filling her needy—and for the first time in a long time, wanting—pussy.

"You ready to fuck me?" Lonnie groaned.

Gaining confidence and finally realizing this might be his only shot with a real woman, a once in a lifetime opportunity, with no hesitation, Louis eagerly answered, "Uh-huh."

"Now, you're talking. Sit up." He did and she positioned him just as if he was watching TV. She squatted over him and slowly impaled herself onto his pulsing monster. Once fully seated, she lifted her legs up, planted her feet on the sofa seat and started bouncing.

Not having made much sound when he came the first time, Louis now let out a strained, high-pitched, almost cry; something one would do upon orgasm, not initial entry. But Lonnie quickly realized that this was an actual first for him, whereas he had masturbated himself to climax dozens of times. But it was no less pleasurable for her, and that amazed her. She wondered if it was merely the knowledge she was his first, that she was molding this sexually talented male into a fine-tuned love-making machine, or was he really that good?

Louis' highly intelligent, logical mind that could comprehend things way beyond what any of his peers could, didn't know what to make of this experience. To think that he actually had his humble dick in the pussy of not only a woman but an incredibly beautiful woman, and then one of the most desirable porn stars in the world nearly made him want to faint. His above-average intellect included an all-encompassing command of the English language. He knew words the average person had never even heard of. But his befuddled brain could not think of any that captured the incredible feelings he was experiencing.

Over and over his mind just kept reminding him that he had his dick in a pussy. Seemingly a simple thought, but it spoke volumes.

Lonnie decided to turn around and face him. She grabbed Louis' hands and held them up against the back of the sofa, allowing her tits to slap him in the face.

The thought of this being a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity made Louis want to make more of it. He freed his arms from her grasp and pawed her breasts. He'd never felt a woman's tits. This was magnificent. He rolled them around in his hands like they were . . . he didn't know what. He could think of nothing to compare them to.

"Suck them," Lonnie urged.

There was a thought. Louis slid his lips over her left nipple and sucked. Again, with no frame of reference, he didn't know what to do. But Lonnie was not correcting him so he must be doing it right.

In fact, she cooed, "That's good."

He did the other; just as delicious. Now, he moved his hands down to her hips and held onto her bouncing up and down. He let his hands drift around to her buttocks.

"Yeah, grab my ass," she said.

He didn't have to be told twice. He reached so far around that he felt his dick going in and out of her pussy. It startled him, almost like touching a hot wire. But it was further realization that this was real.

"Let's try something different," Lonnie suggested. Without waiting for his concurrence, she eased off of his pole, eyes widening at the sight of it glistening with her juices, and got on her hands and knees on the sofa. "From behind," was her only command.

Of course, he'd seen it done in movies—just like every other position. He arose stepped up behind her, one knee on the sofa, the other leg standing on the floor, and also as he had seen it done in many fuck flicks, he guided his iron spike into her bubbling hole. Louis further marveled at the fact that he was really now fucking her. In their previous position, she had really been doing all the work. He was actually fucking a woman. YES!

Lonnie was so wet his penis just slid in and out effortlessly. He concentrated on the feeling of the inner walls of her vagina embracing every part of his shaft. There was absolutely no feeling in the world like it. Nothing he was aware of was any softer. And she wanted to make movies with him. How stupid was he to have said he wasn't sure he wanted to? Of course, that was prior to the real experience. And perhaps it explained why she had done this. It didn't really matter. Nor did it matter what ever happened after this. He would never forget this—or her.

Lonnie had wanted to feel Louis in different positions. Some guys only fit right in one posture depending on the shape, length, thickness and curvature of their cocks. Louis was fairly straight as an arrow. He was nearly perfect in all four dimensions, but more importantly, he was learning how to adjust angles and rotations to touch all over. He wasn't just sawing, as so many did.

"Okay, last position," she announced. "And in this one, you have to make us both come." She pulled away and rolled over onto her back. He didn't have to really change his stance much, except to sit on his sofa leg and squat his other.

This wasn't quite a missionary position, but it was close enough, and despite the acrobatics producers and directors wanted their stars to perform in the name of intercourse, there was really nothing like the basic, the original, the old tried-and-true missionary. And Louis was really making it work for her. She felt something she did not feel very often: an orgasm building.

"That's it, Louis. Keep doing that. You're doing it for me. I'm feeling it. Oh, yes, Louis. Yes, Louis. Oh, Louis. Louis, Louis, Louis. "I'm coooooommmmminnnnnngggggg!" She lifted herself up onto her elbows, held her tits. He leaned forward on his arms and she clasped them. He eased his other leg up onto the sofa and pumped harder. She didn't scream too loud since they were in the living room and someone on the street might hear. But she rode the wave all the way to shore. Wasn't the best orgasm Lonnie had ever had, but it was far from the worst.

It also spurred him on. "I'm ready," Louis announced, somewhat calmly.

"Not in me," she quickly said, hoping it didn't sound too off-putting. She was certain he was germ-free, but she didn't want to take a chance their first time.

"Where?" asked, now urgently.

With remnants still on her face, she said, "My tits."

And so he did. Another massive load. He must have had the stuff stored up. Still sitting up, it rolled down between her breasts down her abdomen, puddling in her belly button."

When he finished, Louis merely stared in awe.

"You okay?"

"Wish I had a picture of that," he informed her. "You drenched in my cum."

"You can take one with your phone from the neck down. Not my face. Can't have it showing up on the Internet."

"I would never do that. But I understand." Still he reached for his phone out of his pants pocket on the floor, aimed it and snapped the photo. He turned his phone to show her he did as she wanted.

"There's a bathroom under the stairs. Clean up and we'll talk," Lonnie instructed, grabbing her clothes and strolling up the steps casually.

Louis watched until she was out of sight, still hard. He shook his head and almost pinched himself to make certain this was real. But glancing around the room, he knew it was. As he stepped into the bathroom, he tried to envision a life as a porn star, and whether or not it was something he could see himself doing, for someone as poorly regarded as he was by his peers, it was beyond what he could fathom.

* * *

Naturally, he was finished and dressed before Lonnie. But it wasn't long after that she strutted down the stairs dressed only in a spaghetti-strapped top, obviously braless, that barely covered her naval, and really short cut-off jeans, which she had only zipped up halfway and did not fasten. It seemed likely that she nothing on underneath them.

Louis followed her into the kitchen. Lonnie looked in the refrigerator and freezer, but did not find whatever she was looking for. She then walked around to the bar and sat on one of the stools with her back to the counter. Her breasts strained against the soft material of her top, the nipples clearly imprinted. "Hungry?" She asked.

That was a question he hadn't expected, primarily because—he checked his watch—he didn't realize it was so late. Nearly six p.m. "I should probably leave," he said to offer her an out, but he wasn't sure he wanted to.

"Oh, that's right. It's graduation night. You probably have places to go, people to see, parties to attend." She made it sound as preposterous as it was.

The look Louis gave her matched her tone. "Then there's my grandmother."

"And she doesn't think you're doing something on this auspicious occasion?" More derision.

"Well," he shrugged. "She might."

"So, she does?"

"I might have suggested it on the off chance someone took pity on me," Louis grinned sheepishly.

"And what would you have done if someone had? Go and be ridiculed like you were today?"

"Gee, Lonnie, that was really uplifting."

"You want uplifting? You've got talents you didn't even know you had." She patted the stool next her and he sat on it. She reached over and rubbed his crotch. "Right there. You were really good today, particularly for your first time. With a little guidance you could be a world class lover, not to mention a big porn star."

"Why would I want to do that?" Louis asked with a distasteful frown. "That's not really the kind of profession you can tell people you do. Not the kind of people I know. Not in this town. And apparently, not you either, because you changed your name and no one here knows who you really are."

"Relatives aside—which I gather is only your grandmother—who in this town really needs to know what you do? I come back here and everyone knows me as Lonnie Carter, and the only one who might really care, doesn't even recognize me. On those rare occasions that I see someone I used to know, particularly someone who treated me badly, we're both polite and cordial as though all that stuff was in our adolescent past, we exchange greetings and a minute of small talk, and go our separate ways, neither of us really caring that we even ran into each other. That's how it will be with you. It won't matter if you're a nuclear scientist, a classical musician . . . or . . . a porn star. And if you stay here, it won't even be that pleasant."

Louis considered her words knowing there was an element of truth to them. "So, if it doesn't matter what I am, why wouldn't I want to be something I really want to be?"

"And what would that be?" Lonnie asked honestly, playing along.

"Something to do with science and computers," he answered excitedly. "Today's computers have only scratched the surface. I want to help build—maybe even invent the next super computer, or even the one that comes after that."

"Now, you're talking way above my head." Lonnie phrased it lightheartedly, but she meant it. "That's a lofty goal. How are you going to achieve it?"

Sadly, Louis hung his head. "I . . . haven't . . . quite . . . figured . . . that . . . out."

"I can help you make that happen," Lonnie offered, sounding sure of herself.

"By performing in your movies."

"You could even go to school while making them," she pointed out.

"Really? Where? California?"

"If you like. There are some fine schools out there."

"What about my grandmother? I couldn't leave her alone." He really couldn't.

"The facility that my mother is in is very good. They take excellent care of her. It also has an assisted living section. Mom was in that section before . . . until she could no longer take care of herself. She loved it. Made some friends, the place had plenty of activities; she always had lots to do." Lonnie could see she had Louis thinking. She stood up. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. I'm thinking pizza. How does that sound?"

Louis merely nodded absently, folded his arms on the bar and rested his chin on his wrists. Lonnie called in an order. She tidied up the kitchen while waiting, allowing him to mull over their discussion until dinner came.

A while later, the pizza arrived. She put the box on the bar, set out iced tea—it was the only cold drink she could offer—glasses, plates, and napkins. She started eating. After a minute, she saw Louis just staring at her. "You going to just sit there and watch me? Want me to take off my top so you have something nice to look at?"

Snapping out of it, Louis chuckled. "I like what I'm looking at just fine. As is. You don't always have to be naked to have someone's attention."

Lonnie was touched. "Thank you, Louis. That's very sweet."

Finally taking a bite of pizza, he asked, "Why are you doing this? Is it just a way to make more movies and more money?"

"That is part of it, Louis. I am in the business to make money. I won't lie to you. And to be brutally honest, it's a big part of it. But as I've said, I've been where you are and I want to help you rise above it. And if that's not enough, I truly like you. There was something about you the minute I watched those losers berate you. Now that we've spent this time together, I know I was right about you. Then of course, there's this new talent you have."

"Okay. Let's pretend I'm interested. Operative word, pretend. In no way am I saying I am interested. How would it work?"

"I could happen any number of ways. My way would be to do a test movie—"

"You mean an audition?"

"Louis," she said spicily, "you've already auditioned with me and you are exactly what I'm looking for! The test would be to see how you look on camera, see what we need to do to your appearance. Certainly, we'd give you a new haircut, something more stylish, maybe even change your hair color and do away with the glasses to give you a new identity. Can you wear contacts?"

"Can't afford them. But yes I could."

"People you know here might not even recognize you when we're finished," she said with a big smile. "Anyway, we would then cut the movie down to a ten or fifteen minute piece and float it on some of our free websites. See what the reaction is, how many hits, track how many other websites pick it up."

"What if it doesn't go over well?"

"It will."

"How can you be sure?"

"I am. I've been in this business long enough."

"Where would we make this movie?"

"Ideally, I'd fly you to Los Angeles. We have a small studio. But if that's a big problem, I could bring a small crew here."

"Then what?"

"Then I'd like to sign you to an exclusive contract with me."

"With you?"

"Yes. I own my own production company," Lonnie announced proudly.

Louis' eyes widened and his eyebrow shot up.

She smiled seeing he was impressed.

"How did you manage that?"

"When I got into the industry, I made millions for everyone else. Now I make them for myself," she explained. "I have a degree in business administration."

"You do?"

"Yes," Lonnie laughed, knowing she was shooting down all of his pre-conceived notions. "You have to have something to fall back on. And I did it just as I am suggesting you do. Make movies while going to school. You'd be surprised how many of us have done that and earned degrees. I am the president, owner and lead star of Red Hot Films, a $40 million-plus company that produces around fifteen to twenty porn movies every year. We sell upwards of 40,000 copies each. We have a half-dozen membership websites and we market a number of sex toys."

"And what could I expect financially?"

"Three to 500 dollars per scene."

Louis quickly did the math in his head. "If I were in every scene of every movie you made, that would maybe be between thirty and forty thousand a year. Doesn't seem like much."

"How many other kids you know are making that kind of money while going to school?"

"Fair point." He thought some more. "Then I would have my grandmother's expenses, living expenses, tuition."

"I'll take care of your grandmother, and if you like, you can live with me. I have a very large home."

"You do that for all your employees?"

"No." Lonnie shook her head as if to say, of course not. "And before you ask, why me, I'll tell you it's because we're from the same hometown, you're a lot like I was, and I just want to help you. Pure and simple." Lonnie shrugged and looked away. "Maybe you can be the son I'll never have and I can be the mother you lost."

Louis stood. He didn't see that one coming.

The stunned expression on his face told her he probably needed time to consider this. She leaned back on the bar which poked her tits out. She extended her leg and shoved her foot between his legs, rubbing the top of it against his balls. "Well, think about it." She then dragged her arch up against his dick.

"Yes, I'll definitely have to do that."

Dropping her leg, Lonnie leaned forward and now rubbed her fingertips over his penis. "But I'd like to give you one more thing to think about. I love your big cock." She lifted his shirt over his pants and undid them. She then eased off the stool onto her knees and pulled his pants and underwear down. His dick sprung up becoming hard almost instantly. She sucked it slowly, taking as much of it in her mouth as she could. When it was inside her mouth, she swirled her tongue around the head.

Louis closed his eyes and enjoyed the blowjob. He knew what she was attempting to do and he allowed it only because he might never have another such opportunity, certainly not with a porn star of her caliber, but maybe even any woman.

She kept at it for a few more minutes until she felt him starting to sway as though he was losing his balance. She really did love his cock. It was big, but not so big that she couldn't get most of it in her mouth. Perfect size for blowing. But even though she could have enjoyed continuing to suck it, she stood up and pulled his shirt off as he got the message to step out of his pants that were bunched around his ankles. She then teasingly slid her shorts down her legs tantalizingly wiggling her ass. Finally, she removed her top to render her totally nude.