The Next Milf Porn Star Take 2 Ch. 02

Author's Note: Welcome to the second part of Dana Darling, the woman whose porn adventures are only equaled by some of her off set misadventures. Keep reading for more of each. LC

Dana left her small dressing room wearing a simple but cute red sundress, with nothing beneath it but a red lace thong. She was barefoot because she was supposed to be hanging around at home but had been tipped off by Carla in wardrobe that Heather had a thing for women's feet.

She made her way down the corridor which featured several doors and opened the one marked #4. The 'studio', like the others on the floor, had once been a suite with a waiting area, and two small offices behind it.

The suite had been gutted so it was now an open space featuring a twelve-by-twelve carpeted area which comprised the set, the back side of which featured a large projector screen that would have the background shown onto it from the laptop over by where the director sat.

It was already on, showing what looked like half of a large living room with a kitchen visible behind it. Heather, clad in a pair of painted on shorts and slinky red crop top that exposed her pierced naval and fit snug enough to advertise she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her breasts were small and perky, and pierced going by the shapes visible through the form fitting top, and she had a cute little ass, the cheeks of which protruded from the insanely tight cut offs. Between her body, mode of dress, her wild blue hair streaked with black, and a face as easy on the eyes as her body, she could easily be mistaken for one of the 'talent'

Which she had been for several years, starring in all girl on girl vids, and specializing in being the kitten to a cougar, some of which were taboo with her in the role of a stepdaughter, or sometimes daughter.

Heather was fairly new to directing and still starred in a few clips as she learned her new position, which is why she was handling something as simple as this. Dana glanced down at the one page 'script' in her hand which featured a few lines of opening dialogue then "You suck his cock, nice and slow, lot of teasing and tongue because he has to last fifteen minutes."

Dana grunted at the next part.

"He finishes in your mouth, and you slowly let it drool out around his dick."

This was some kind of life she was currently leading, that was for sure. Dana stood along the right edge of the set as the two men handling the lights and the guy operating the boom mic got everything set up.

She watched the mic lower over the armchair in the center of the set, and other than an old worn-out couch, one that Dana had been fucked on in her second video, and seemed to pop up everywhere, there was no other furniture in site other than the chairs for Heather as well as Dana and her co-star, whoever that was.

Dana felt a twinge when she saw Brock appear from behind the screen, his camera around his neck. He stopped to speak to one of the lighting techs, and after Brock pointed in the air, then to the chair the action would take place on, the man nodded, and turned the bright spotlight a couple of inches to the left.

Brock walked towards Heather, looking Dana's way as he did, and surprised her with a wave and a smile. Dana awkwardly waved back, as his friendly greeting made her feel even worse for how she'd treated him.

She walked towards him, hoping to take him aside for a minute and apologize, when she heard.

"There's the star of the show," she turned to see a tall young man clad just in a pair of jeans. Hurrying up to her, his hand extended.

"Bryan," he introduced himself as Dana's hand vanished within his huge, but gentle, grip "I'll be working with you today."

"Working?" Heather snorted as she walked over to them. "You'll be sitting in a chair getting world class head."

"Tough job, but someone has to do it," Bryan laughed, then smiled at Dana, "You're even prettier in person."

"Stop sucking up, this isn't the club, she's a sure thing." Heather rolled her light brown eyes.

"They shouldn't let lesbian actors get involved with straight shoots," Bryan told her. "You get all bitchy when there's a cock around." He spoke with a smile playing about his lips, and Heather did the same when she replied.

"There is a dick in front of me, that's for sure."

A dick attached to a hell of a young man. Bryan had to be 6'4", and two hundred pounds of solid muscle. His head was shaved as smooth as his face, which featured rugged features and a jaw as strong as his body.

He possessed a pair of piercing green eyes and between his build and the tattoos covering both arms and all of his upper chest, he was an intimidating figure. His smile, however, was pleasant and disarming, as was his surprisingly soft voice, and he gave Dana the impression he was the big teddy bear type.

She also doubted she'd have to look down to know he'd be hung like a horse. The idea she'd be on her knees with that cock in her mouth in less than fifteen minutes had her nipples stiffening beneath her dress and a warm tingling between her thighs.

But that reaction led her to realize, even though Matt had told her what the scene was, that she wasn't going to be getting anything but a load in her mouth today. To have this fine young man in front of her and not get to take him for a ride was...

"Looking good, Dana!"

She turned away from Bryan and Heather to see Sylvia Foxxx had entered the studio with Matt who had just taken a seat next to where Heather would be when the filming started.

"Thank you," she beamed. "Not so bad yourself, but I think you know that."

"Oh, she does!" Matt clapped his hands and laughed at her joke.

"One can't help feel good about themselves when they know men have been getting off to them for close to twenty years." Sylvia replied, her accent much heavier than Matt's, and Dana was sure it was deliberate as many men found it sexy.

"Try twenty-five," Matt corrected her, then winced when she playfully smacked the back of his head, earning some laughs from the crew.

Sylvia wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his cheek affectionately. Matt put his hand on her forearm as he turned his head and smiled at her. For all the teasing it was obvious the two of them, together for twenty years at this point, were still deeply in love.

The way Sylvia's steel grey eyes locked onto his greenish hazel gaze, and the soft smile on her face, told her feelings more than words ever could. The two of them weren't just a loving couple, but the hottest pair Dana had ever met. Not surprising as they had both been active in the industry for years. At fifty three, Sylvia was still nothing short of a smoke show.

Her long raven black hair had several streaks of grey running through it, and the fact she let them remain showed amazing confidence. More than that, Dana found it oddly sexy seeing a woman that age who still occasionally shot a scene, looking her actual age.

The popularity Sylvia still enjoyed was a testament that no one else found it a turn off, to the point she'd earned the nickname "The silver Fox" from many of her peers. Her stunning eyes were set in a face that, other than a couple of laugh lines around the corners of her mouth, was still smooth, with high cheek bones and flawless features.

From the neck down, Sylvia was tall with a slender athletic build, and a pair of breasts that although not as large as Dana's were more than ample, and still winning the war against gravity and filled out the short sleeved pink blouse she wore. Her ass, visible in her clingy black slacks was small, but tight and firm with a cute little curve to it.

Her long legs, when visible, were well toned, and looked as good as they had as they had in her twenties in some of the old movies Dana had looked up, that to Sylvia's chagrin now fell under "vintage porn."

Matt was five years her junior, making him five years older than Dana herself, and like his wife didn't hide his salt and pepper hair, or the speckles of grey that shone throughout the couple of day's stubble he always sported.

The stubble covered up smooth features that bordered on pretty, but couldn't completely hide it, and Dana had commented several times he could make a living as a 'more legit model'. His body on the other hand, defied his age and had men half that age envying him.

Dana had seen that body, and the made for porn cock he possessed when he and Sylvia had put on a quick and dirty show for her in Sylvia's office to see what her reaction would be to seeing sex live and in person.

"Why are they here?" Bryan asked softly.

"I'm new to directing, and you and Dana are both new and getting a lot of attention, so they want to see us all in action."

"Then this should be more than a blow job." Dana suggested. "Maybe I can hop on and put on a show."

"I'm game for that!" Bryan nodded, then added. "But I'm only getting $250 for this so if we fuck, I want five."

"Men pay to get their dick sucked and you're whining about getting paid to get blown by a gorgeous woman?" Heather asked.

"Now, who's sucking up?" Bryan teased. "Dana's straight, H, so keep your tits in your shirt."

"Oh, she'll do a girl on girl at some point."

When Dana frowned, she added. "Most starlets do, just a matter of if you get off on it or not."

"It's five of, people," Sylvia called out, while taking a seat next to Matt. "Heather, why don't you come over here and get everyone started?"

"Right," she pointed to the edge of the set. "Bryan, you're going to be over there, and Brock? You're going to be filming this POV style, so you'll need to be behind and to the right of them to focus on Dana."

She looked her way. "Just move over to your left in front of the background, when I give you the cue you'll walk toward Bryan like you're coming out of the other room. While she spoke, Heather walked backwards towards Sylvia and Matt.

"This is as easy as it gets for the action, after the opening lines, Bryan's going to sit, and Dana's going to take off the dress and get to work."

"How's she going to work it?" Sylvia asked when Heather had stopped speaking.

"Oh, sorry, clip needs to come in at twenty minutes. The intro will only take about five so the action has to last around fifteen minutes, so work it slow, Dana. Lot of tongue and only suck for a couple of minutes then give him a breather."

"Hey, I have stamina you know," Bryan declared indignantly, but with a grin.

"Of course you do," Heather replied. "Again, Dana, make sure you give him some breaks."

"Lot of eye contact," Sylvia added. "And what else should Dana know about how to perform?"

"Um." Heather paused. "Because this is a scene for a site that's all about oral sex, you really need act like you like it."

"Don't just suck it, luv," Matt spoke up. "You need to love that cock. We need to see those wonderful expressions you come up with. Suck Bryan like he tastes better than your favorite dessert."

"Cock is my favorite dessert." Dana shrugged amidst the laughter. "No worries."

"Because you haven't stuck your tongue in a creamy cunt yet," Heather quipped. "Bill, you're going to be walking around out of Brock's range and getting some shots from different angles."

"Thought this was POV?' Bill asked but leaned over and removed a camera from its case on the table, and slung it over his neck, fiddling with the lens.

"It is, but we might be able to get a different version of it to use somewhere else. Make sure you get her ass and..."

"The soles of her feet!" Brock called out. "Heather likes that."

"Okay," Heather put her left hand up, while flipping Brock off with her right. "Positions, people." She picked up the wooden clapper. "Birthday Blow Job, take one, and..." she waited for Brock to slip up behind Bryan and cracked it shut. "Go!"

Bryan, with a goofy smile on his face knowing he wasn't on camera, rapped his knuckles on a piece of wood Brock handed him.

Taking her cue, Dana walked away from the image behind her.

"Come on in, its open!" she called out, forcing her eyes not to follow the motion to her left which was Bill circling around to film her walking towards a door that didn't exist.

"Hey, Miss Darling!" Bryan exclaimed, taking a couple of steps towards her. While Brock remained where he was, camera on her as she approached.

"Hey, Bryan, aren't you supposed to be out with Tracy?" Dana stopped, folding her arms under her breasts to pop them up and show more cleavage than the dress already presented.

"Yeah, but..."

"But what?" Dana cocked her head, a curious expression on her face. "What happened?"

"I got a call last night from Roger telling me he saw Tracy grinding on some guy at a club, and he watched her leave with him."

"Oh, no!" Dana's eyes went wide, "Honey, that's awful!"

Brock smiled and gave her a thumbs up while holding the camera with his left hand, and Heather nodded in approval of her expressions.

"Yeah, really sucks, and it's my birthday too. So, hey, is Tim around?"

"No, honey, he's working. Is it really you're birthday?"

"Yeah, I'm nineteen today."

"Well, happy birthday!" Dana now made a show of looking him up and down. "I remember when you were a skinny little kid, but honey, you've turned into one hell of a man on me."

"You think?" Brock dropped the camera and slowly raised it, panning it from Dana's red tipped toes up to her face, then down to her chest, making it seem as if Bryan was checking her out.

"Hmm," Dana gave her lower lips a slight suck. "I don't think, I know. Hey, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

"No, that's okay. I'll just go home."

"Aw, honey, you really want to be alone on your birthday?"

"No, but what else am I going to do?" He sighed loudly. "Tracy promised she'd give me something special today too."

"Oh? Did she tell you what it was?" Dana beckoned with her hand, then turned and walked towards the chair with Bryan following, and Brock repeating the up and down from behind, lingering on the way the dress clung to her ass.

"Um, well, I can't really say."

"Here," Dana gestured towards the chair. "Sit." She gave him a sly smile. "Was it something fun?"

"Yeah," Bryan sat down in the chair and behind him, Brock dropped to one knee and angled the camera up at her, to match Bryan's new point of view. "But I can't say it."

"Hmm," Dana put her elbow on her forearm and stroked her chin. "Let me think... was it a blow job?"

"Miss Darling!" Bryan exclaimed, and Dana's lips twitched in a smile at the way he looked as if he were trying not to laugh at himself.

"What? For god's sake, Bryan I'm old enough to be your mom, you don't think I know what young men want?" she giggled. "And it doesn't cost us anything."

"Yeah, okay, fine. She promised to blow me, then spent the night sucking some other guy's dick."

"That's too bad. But know what? You're in luck."

"I am?"

"Seeing that little bitch blew you off, I think its only fair I blow the birthday boy off." Jeez, did Heather write this herself?

"No, Miss Darling, I... really?"

"How could I let you go without on your birthday," she asked. "And this way you get a real blow job from a woman who knows how to suck cock." Dana licked her lips. "What do you say, baby? You want your best friend's mom to give you a blow job for your birthday?"

"Hell yeah," Bryan nodded enthusiastically almost making her laugh again.

Dana stepped closer, preparing to sink to her knees when Bryan said.

"Can you take your dress off?"

"You want to see my tits, baby?" She smiled. "Anything for the birthday boy."

Dana eased down the straps of the dress, then slipping her arms through them, shoved the top down with one arm, while keeping the other over her breasts to tease. With a lascivious smile, she turned and pushed the dress down past her hips.

She performed a slow and sexy shimmy as she worked the dress down to her knees, bending over to show off her ass in the slinky thong before kicking it away. Dana turned around, her hands under her breasts, cupping them for Bryan, and Brock who now stood behind the chair.

"Ouch!" Heather winced. "What the hell happened to your knees?"

"Shit," Bryan pointed to them. They weren't just scraped raw, but there was some bruising around the red. "Last shoot get a little rough?"

"Oh," Dana felt herself blush. "Well..."

"Brock, just film her from above the knees, she'll be on them in a minute anyway," Sylvia suggested.

"Already got it," Brock replied.

"Okay," Heather clapped her hands. "Let's get back on it, we can edit this little distraction out later."

Dana took a breath and stepping back up to the chair, sank to her knees between Bryan's legs. He smiled down at her as he rested his arms on the chair, lifting his hips while she tugged his sweats down.

The way her eyes widened wasn't an act as she was confronted with the biggest cock she'd ever seen, and she'd seen more than her share over the years, especially recently.

"Oh, honey, you came to the right place," she whispered while gripping his shaft in her left hand, her fingers not able to touch around it. "No little girl was going to be able to handle this."

"Nice improv,' she heard Matt say as she slowly stroked the long thick monster in front of her.

Dana ran her tongue up the front of his shaft, then swirled it slowly over his spongy head, her dark eyes turning upwards to stare into Brock's camera. She sucked briefly on the tip, before turning her head, and nuzzling her face into it.

His hot flesh throbbed against her cheek and Dana felt a shiver go through her when she noted his cock was the length of her face from her chin to over her eyes.

"Love it, girl," Heather called out. "Show us what you think of that big cock."

Dana closed her eyes, moaning softly as she rubbed her face along his cock, pushing his tip into her cheek and smearing pre-cum into it. She cocked her head to the side, and parting her lips took his shaft between them and worked her head up and down, sliding his hard flesh between her soft lips.

"Play that harmonica," Bryan whispered.

"Hmm," Dana worked her lips down to his huge balls, and eased his cock back, pumping it in her fist while she spent some time licking his swollen sac. She sucked on each of his heavy balls, before licking up one side of his cock, then the other.

He was so long she had to rise up on her knees to be able to get her head over him, and opening wide, took as much of him as she could in one long suck. She made it two thirds of the way before gagging.

Dana bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm, her left hand following the trail of her lips. Even with her fist around him there was plenty to suck, and she opened wider, stretching her lips around him as she made another attempt to take him deeper.

She managed another couple of inches before being forced to stop then slipped him from her mouth and put on a show with her tongue fluttering it up and down his shaft and around his tip. She put both hands around him, marveling at the fact there was still enough to put in her mouth and bob her head.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, and moaning and whimpering, she kept her gaze on Brock, who over the camera had his full attention on her. Dana squeezed Bryan's cock harder, sending a squirt of pre-cum into her mouth, and moving her hands to his thick thighs angled her head and took most of his length down her throat.

She gurgled as spit flowed from both sides of her mouth, while she shook her head side to side. Bryan's hand went into her hair, pushing it from her face, and with a loud slurping sound, she sucked her way back to his tip and released him.

For the next few minutes, Dana worked his cock with her lips, tongue and hands. Licking stroking, and briefly sucking in between. She used her face as well, slapping his hard flesh against her soft cheeks, then sticking her tongue out and whacking his head on it.

Her eyes went from wide when she took him as deep as she could, to half shut, a look of lustful bliss on her face as she worshipped the beautiful cock with her mouth while wishing he was plundering her cunt with it.

Her face was now a hot sticky mess, as were her tits from drooling on them each time she opened as wide as she could to devour as much cock as possible. The eye makeup and lipstick she wore were a cheap brand so when her eyes watered from forcing his cock down her throat, it would send black streaks down her cheeks, as well as red smears along his shaft.

Each time she focused on Brock he had his camera far enough in front of him to see he was watching her intently. She couldn't imagine the amount of women he'd filmed in a variety of sexual acts over the years.

It was enough, no doubt to become somewhat numb to it; to see it for what it was, a job that he went about every day, but she was sure there were still times he enjoyed what he saw, and now knowing he had an interest in her, she was sure he was viewing this in not entirely professional manner.

The cameraman looking at her that way had always done it for her, and this was no exception. Dana found herself putting on even more of a show with her tongue and lips, eyeing Brock as much to watch him watch her as she was supposed to be looking into the camera.

She blinked when Sylvia appeared just behind him, watching her work, her grey eyes meeting hers several times. Dana caught movement to the right and saw Heather had raised her hands, then pressed them against her breasts.

Dana leaned away, reaching behind her head to tie her hair up on her head, the classic, "Baby, I'm about to really get to work' move. Her eyes locked onto his cock as she breathed heavily, trying to catch her breath. She shook her tits playfully and Bryan's hands came into view of the camera as he fondled them.

As big as her tits were, his hands covered them completely and she sighed as he gently squeezed her tits, his palms grazing over her nipples and she imagined those strong hands on her hips or shoulders as he took her from behind.

Dana gripped that amazing cock and sliding it between her tits, bounced up and down, fucking him with them to kill some more time and put on a different kind of show before she really began sucking.

The size of his cock had her clit aching with the need to feel it inside her, stretching her open and penetrating her deeper than she'd ever been before. Even as she lowered her head to give his tip a few sucks while tit fucking him, she imagined getting on his lap and sinking down, impaling herself on his massive dick.

She released her tits when Heather raised her hand and tapped her watch, telling her she'd teased long enough. Dana took a breath and taking him back into her mouth bobbed her head faster than before.

Bryan's control was remarkable, but his moans had become deeper and were coming more frequently over the past couple of minutes and his breathing had become heavier than when he'd been fucking her tits.

His face was now sweaty due to being under the low hung bright light, and his eyes were now shut, avoiding watching her to try to curb his excitement. Dana paused with just his tip between her lips and took a moment to stare into the camera, letting Brock get a good shot of the hot mess her face had become.

Sylvia gave her the "OK" sign with her fingers, and Dana went to work.

Instead of trying to take him down all at once, she eased him into her mouth slowly, sucking a couple of inches several times, then taking a little more, then more. Dana's hips moved in slow circles as her pussy gushed at not just the feeling of her mouth being forced further open by his insanely large cock, but again, what it would feel like inside her.

She knew Bill was behind her somewhere, the camera on her ass and zooming in on the red material between her thighs that was currently stuck to her gushing cunt. Dana imagined there would be a small round wet stain, and Bill was going to be sure to get it on camera.

She wiggled her ass more, and recalling Heather's little fetish, lifted her left foot in the air, and curled her toes so Bill could get a flash of her red polish in addition to the soft smooth sole of her foot.

All the while she sucked rapidly while keeping up her steady descent down the length of his cock. Dana opened her mouth as wide as she could and managed to get him deeper than she had before.

The room filled with her nasty gurgling sounds as she slobbered, drooled, and choked herself on Bryan's thick cock.

"Shit," he breathed, his hand drifting to the top of her head, getting a handful of her air and guiding her up and down his shaft. "Suck it," he added. "Suck that cock, Miss Darling."

Dana whimpered in response to his words, but it was as much in frustration that she had to keep sucking, when all she really wanted was to have him plow it into her greedy cunt. Bryan tapped the top of her head with his thumb, telling her he was getting close.

She leaned up higher, and plunging her face down in his lap, triumphantly got the last of him down her throat.

"Jesus," Bryan gasped and over his shoulder, Sylvia mouthed the word 'wow'.

Dana, tears flowing down her cheeks, pushed her lips into his smooth public mound hard enough to leave a red circle of lipstick, then released him with a loud gasp, pre cum and salva spraying down her chin and all over his already sloppy cock.

She took a quick breath, and went back to sucking, this time just taking half his length so she could go faster and harder. Bryan's free hand gripped the arm of the chair hard enough to turn his knuckles white as he struggled to hold back as long as he could.

He tapped her twice with his thumb, and a moment later, he gasped "Fuck!" and flooded her mouth with the first thick warm squirt. Forewarned, Dana had eased back so his load poured into her mouth rather than shoot down her throat.

Dana pumped him in her fist as she held his tip between her lips, jerking him into her mouth. She emitted a squeal, her eyes going wide as his cock pulsed in her mouth sending his cum flowing over her tongue.

She added her free hand to his balls, massaging and helping to drain them completely. Sylvia tapped her lips, and at the signal, Dana relaxed her mouth, and with her eyes on the camera, allowed thick strands of cum to flow from the sides of her mouth and down his shaft.

She moaned as she sucked him deeper, slurping some of his load back into her mouth, before once again easing her lips from his flesh. This time she let most of his load flow down his shaft to slide down onto his balls and drip onto the chair.

Dana slowly eased his tip from her lips, then parted them to let the last of his cum spill out, covering his head and sliding down his twitching shaft. She bent head, letting the last of it drip down her chest and flow between her tits.

"Oh my god," Bryan whispered. "Goddamn, Miss Darling, you can really suck."

"Hmm," Dana licked her lips, then lowering her head, noisily slurped some of the cum from his balls before looking up at Brock, cum covering her lips and chin.

"Happy birthday, baby." She then cocked her head and smiled as she delivered the closing line featured in every video for the channel. "Never forget, boys. Milf's blow better."

She stuck out her white coated tongue, wagging it as drops of pearly white fluid dripped off it, until Heather called out, "And... done!"

Dana sat back on her knees, staring down as cum oozed from her chin down onto her thighs.

"Damn, Dana," Bryan whistled. "You're the first woman who ever took me all the way." He paused. "Well, except for my English teacher back in high school."

"Yay, me," she laughed softly, then accepted a towel from Heather who had come over as soon as she'd called the shoot. "Thank you."

Dana looked for Brock who had given her a towel last time, but saw he was already off the set, and talking to Matt. Well, why would he want to be nice to her after last time.

"Good work, Dana," Heather told her. "That's one hell of a cock to take that deep."

"Be better if I could take it for a ride." Dana sighed wistfully.

"Maybe another time," Bryan rose from the chair and pulled his sweats back up over his messy cock. "I'm sure we'll work together again."

"I'm sure of it as well," Sylvia told him, putting her hand briefly on his muscular arm. "Make you earn your money next time."

"Thanks," Bryan gave her a mock serious look. "Like that wasn't work."

"Go take a shower, fool." Sylvia gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"Catch you next time, Dana," he leaned over and kissed the top of her head. "Promise, I'll take good care of you."

"I need someone to take care of me now." Dana said as she wiped off the right side of her face with the damp towel.

"I'm free in a half hour." Heather smiled down at her.

"Good job, H," Sylvia told her. "But you have editing to do now, so why don't you head to the film room with Brock?"

"Sure, thank you Miss Foxxx." Heather gave Dana a wave and headed away.

Dana finished wiping off her face, then her chest and anywhere she'd drooled or spilled cum on herself. Sylvia sat on the arm of the chair watching her, and rising to her feet, Dana asked.

"What did you think, am I doing a good job?"

"Great job, luv." Matt appeared next to her, holding open a robe. "As usual. You're a real natural."

"Thanks," Dana smiled as she slid her arms into the robe, then giggled when he put his arms around her to tie it for her. "Such a gentleman."

"I married a brown noser," Sylvia smirked. "He's being nice because he's hoping I'll give him the green light to shoot with you."

"Seriously?" Dana blinked. "He's your husband."

"Also a former porn star who still films from time to time, just like I do." She shrugged casually. "Who knows, maybe we can do a threesome together some day."

"Oh... um, I'm not into women."

"I'm sure with your ability to put on any expression you need, you could fake it."

"Do most women fake it?"

"Depends," Matt answered. "Some do it for the money, but a lot of women get tired of getting dicked all the time and enjoy it because its softer and more sensual."

"I don't see it for me," Dana explained. "I like cock too much."

"On that note," Sylvia's expression turned serious. "It's pretty obvious what happened to your knees."

"That," Dana looked around evasively.

"It wasn't from your last shoot because you were never on the floor." Matt added.

"No, it wasn't." Dana admitted and when the couple eyed her silently, she continued. "I had sex yesterday."

"You know, Dana," Sylvia spoke slowly as if choosing her words. "When you're not working for us, your life is yours to do as you please. But when you're in this industry you need to be careful of what you do outside of it."

"More like who than what," Matt added.

"Why?" Dana asked, causing them to look at each other before Sylvia asked.

"You know him?"

"Kind of."

"Kind of?" Matt raised his eyebrows.

"He was someone I used to see sometimes when he was a kid. Always saw him looking at me back then, and I ran into him yesterday, and he's out of college now so..." she flashed a rueful grin. "Guess I gave him what he always wanted."

"Looks more like he gave it to you," Sylvia pointed to her skinned knees.

"Rug burn," Dana gave her an embarrassed grin. "First time since college, I think."

"Be careful, luv." Matt told her. "It's like when you were a model, your body is your income."

"I've seen women in porn with bruises and other marks on them," Dana noted.

"We try to be better than that," Sylvia said with a serious expression. "We prefer our girls not looking like they've been used and abused."

"Except for the BDSM themed stuff of course." Matt corrected her.

"I don't get involved with that, I leave it to Joyce and Aaron." She frowned in distaste. "But this wasn't one of those shoots, so please be mindful of that in your personal encounters. And I hope you don't need to be told that you should be using something."

"Something? You mean birth control?"

"I mean condoms, and for obvious reasons."

"Oh, of course, sorry, I was thinking you meant something else." Dana laughed, hoping it sounded real and not forced.

"Aside from that," Matt flashed a huge smile. "We came by to see our rising star doing her thing."

"I'm doing well for you guys?"

"Dana, you have really exploded on the scene," Sylvia was now all smiles. "Top five searched on our site as a whole, and by far the top rated Milf."

"That's great," Dana smirked. "If my parents were around, they'd be proud."

"Probably not," Matt chuckled. "But we are. Porn industry is huge and the short clips of you we've put on Porn Hub are getting tons of views and comments."

"We've gotten fifteen hundred new subscribers to our site since you've started filming." Sylvia added. "People love everything about you, but most common remark..."

"That isn't about your tits or your oral skills," Matt interrupted.

"Is about how natural you are and how into it. They love you're not faking it."

"Glad I'm making you guys some money seeing you saved my house giving me the advances."

"You are, and we hope you're not a flash in the pan and have it in you to have it in you for a long time." Matt told her.

"On that note, you don't have to take everything you're offered, Dana," Sylvia explained. "You can say no. I don't want you to burn out."

"Please, I'm still on the scorned woman revenge tour," Dana grunted. "Shame he has no idea how I earned the money, part of me wants him to know."

"Figured that when you refused a screen name and went with your real one."

"I got the lecture from Ellen. I did what I did."

"It's your life," Matt shrugged. "Just know you can change it if you want."

"Seeing I'm making a name for myself and making you money, when do I get the threesome scene?"

"Eager, isn't she?" Matt laughed.

"It is a nice payday for the first one," Sylvia agreed. "I want the fans to have something to look forward to. That, and I'm trying to come up with the best scenario for you. Something better than this friend's hot mom, or desperate woman with no money schtick."

"Okay," Dana said, her disappointment making Matt chuckle again. "Tell you something, this BJ only thing sucks, and not in the on camera sense."

"Did something go wrong?" Sylvia asked. "You seemed to really like it."

"I like giving head, but I didn't get off, didn't get fucked. Shit, except for him rubbing my tits for a minute I didn't get anything." She laughed. "Thought this was about fantasy, I know a lot of guys like that."

"Its pure male fantasy and nature of that scene. Same for foot and handjob vids." Matt told her. "Just how it is."

"A lot of women are fine with it, they don't have to put up with the fucking, and they're easy peasy to shoot." Sylvia pointed to her. "You really aren't acting, you're a horny little thing, aren't you?"

"I wanted to hop on mid shoot."

"Well, you're next one is student teacher, you'll be getting some dick in that one." Matt paused and looked at Sylvia. "Could make that her threesome, pair of students fuck her during detention."

"Maybe, but I'm holding off for something better. Just don't know what yet." Sylvia changed the topic. "When is your divorce final, soon?"

"Two weeks from yesterday."

"How are you for legal fees? Do you need more in advance?" Sylvia questioned.

"Long as I get paid quick for this shoot and the next, I'm good."

"Wait," Matt had brought his calendar up on his phone. "You're scheduled to shoot the day before. Want me to reschedule you for a different scene later that week?"

"Why?"

"You really going to court a day after you film?"

"I'd go an hour after I filmed," Dana's eyes flashed. "Stand there with cum dripping down my thighs while I testified to how our marriage is beyond saving."

"Easy, girl." Sylvia shook her head. "It'll be over completely soon, don't let it keep owning you."

"You're right," Dana nodded, but just to agree because in her mind Ben had just given her a lot more pain, she felt she needed to make up for, and there was only one thing that made her feel better, and she'd been denied it on the set.

But it was still early.

*****

Dana, showered and dressed plainly in a pair of black jeans and a green Celtics t-shirt, exited her small dressing room and headed down the hall to the back parking lot which was gated and had a guard shack so only employees of the studio could go in and out.

It was a nice touch for the actors keeping it so not just anyone could come in and see what went on in there. If you worked for Sylvia, or one of the other studios she worked with, you knew what S&F entertainment did, but otherwise they were just another company renting out part of a multistory office building.

Dana was several steps from the elevator when she heard two voices in the corridor to her left. She looked over to see Bryan, now clad in shorts and a black t-shirt which bore the name "Gold's Gym" on it, speaking to a security guard, one of two that were on the floor watching the elevator on each end.

Dana hung back, watching and when Bryan clapped the guard on the arm and walked towards her, she resumed in the direction of the elevator to appear she just happened to be crossing paths with him.

"Hey, Bryan!"

"Oh, hey, Dana," he gave her a friendly smile. "Going down?" he winked, then laughed. "Sorry, that's kind of rude."

"No, its fine," Dana assured him as the door opened. "I mean, not like I can deny it, right?"

"True," Bryan stepped in, and kept his hand on the door while she followed. "First floor, or you stopping by booking?"

"No, I'm on my way out." The doors closed, and she asked. "So, what are you doing from here?"

"Going to pick up something to eat, then I have to hit the books. Big test in two days."

"You're in college?"

"Yeah, studying to be an engineer. I'm in my third year at URI."

"Nice, this how you're working your way through?"

"I have financial aid, but there's still books, insurance, the difference in tuition the aid doesn't pay for." He laughed. "I could get a real job, but I can make more doing this a few hours a week and its fun."

"It is." Dana gave him a flirty smile. "Speaking of fun, maybe I could come back to your place with you and have some."

"My place?"

"I feel kind of cheated after that shoot," she lowered her gaze to his crotch and sucked on her lower lip. "God, it was such a tease having it in my mouth and not getting it inside me. Figured we could do a private part two of your birthday celebration."

"Oh, wow," Bryan didn't look as excited as she'd hoped. "Well, I have a roommate and I think he's home."

"My place then." Dana hadn't brought anyone home since she'd kicked Ben out, because in her mind it wasn't her house yet, but with that about to happen, why not? If she was going to break the ice with someone, why not Bryan? Hot, seemed genuinely nice, and hung like a bull.

"We can grab something on the way if you're hungry, then you can make me dessert."

"Your place?" Bryan sighed. "Look, Dana, I'm flattered, but think I'm going to say no."

"Oh," Dana's eyes narrowed. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Sylvia won't care if that's what you're worried about. We're on our own time, and..."

"Dana," he put his hand up for her to stop. "I'm trying to be cool, but thing is? I'm not into older women."

"You..." She was confused. "But we just shot together."

"We did, and because of my age, a lot of the work I've gotten so far is playing cub to the cougar, and that's fine. But when I'm on my time? No offense, but I don't want to spend time with women my mom's age."

"What's age matter? If a woman's attractive she's attractive."

"Look, you're banging all guys my age so far here, right?"

"Not just here, I like younger guys, period."

"Fine, so would you want to have sex with an older guy?"

"Well..."

"No, you wouldn't because its not what you like, so same here. Here, I fuck who I'm paid to. When I'm not, I like to spend time with girls at school or the clubs."

When Dana looked away, trying not to wither in embarrassment at getting shot down, he put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. It's just how it is."

"I get it," she said softly. "Sorry I came onto you."

"Like I said, I'm flattered, and I'm sure you'll have no problem finding someone who'll be happy to have some fun with you."

The elevator reached the first floor and when the door opened, he stood to the side for her to leave first, but she waved him to go first.

"Okay," he gave her a small smile. "Hope this doesn't mean you won't work with me again sometime."

"I fuck who I'm paid to," she replied, still not making eye contact.

"And she scores," Bryan winced, then gave her a wave. "See you around."

Dana stepped out of the elevator and almost walked into Brock, who was carrying a can of Mountain Dew in one hand and a brown bag in the other.

"Sorry!" She stepped back from him.

"No worries," he told her with a smile. "Worse things than running into a beautiful woman."

"You sure you don't mean a diva suffering from rested bitch face?"

"Hey," Brock pointed with one finger around the coffee. "You said it."

"I did, and I also need to say I'm sorry." Dana reached back to hold the elevator.

"I don't have to shoot for two more hours," Brock hung back. "But figured it's not worth going home so I'd hang here." He gestured to a bench against the wall in the lobby. "Want to sit for a few minutes?"

"Um..."

"Jeez, it's a bench, not a date," Brock told her. "You're safe from my unsavory advances."

"Right," Dana slapped herself in the forehead. "God, what's wrong with me? Sure, let's sit."

She followed him over to the bench, where he popped the cap and after sipping from his soda, put it down between them and slid out a silver bag, from which he produced a thick burrito.

He took a large bite of it, and after swallowing said,

"Gotta tell you, I don't know how you ladies do it. I could barely take a couple inches of that thing."

"Clas-sy!" She exclaimed, then laughed. "Takes practice and dedication."

"Then you are one dedicated lady," Brock told her. "I've been working here for six years, and I think Bryan's the second biggest I've ever seen. Don't know what they fed that kid growing up."

She simply nodded, staring glumly at the floor.

"You okay?"

"I'm good, I just..." she grunted "Took a big kick to the ego I guess."

Brock eyed her over the soda as he took several long swallows.

"Really? Everyone seemed impressed upstairs."

"Upstairs is the key word."

Brock paused in thought, then snapped his fingers.

"You were just with Bryan, you try to hook up with him?"

"No! I... yes." she sighed. "How did you know?"

"Happens a lot with newer talent, works both ways, and that's when everyone finds out that for most this is a job, and people not completely comfortable with it don't want to take it home. Hell, a few have partners who don't know what they do, which is pretty shitty you ask me."

"Got told he doesn't like older woman. Just does who he's paid to do here."

"Hence the sad puss and bruised ego." Brock nodded. "And karma if I may add."

"Karma?"

"I recall you saying to me why drive an older model when you can get a new ride every day."

"I did say that," Dana rested her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hand. "And my ex-husband said something like that to me yesterday. Guess I did get what I deserved."

"He went with young girls. Typical for an older guy," Brock acknowledged. "Not me though. I have no interest in girls with daddy issues or just plain sugar babies. Working here I could have had a few."

"They think you have money working here?"

"They know I have some influence with Sylvia and figured if they fucked me they'd get the highest paying shoots. Not that they're not hot little things, but I just don't want to be one of those guys. I want a woman over a child, and not like older women can't be a great time. After all, I'm sitting next to the Dana Darling."

"Who just got told she's too old."

"No, you were told you're not his type, and that's okay. If it makes you feel better, Bryan is a means to an end type of actor. He knows he's not doing this for more than a couple of years to get through school, so maybe part of it is wanting to keep his distance."

"Maybe, but, okay, I never thought I'd say this, but it made me feel kind of cheap."

"How so?"

"I just spent fifteen minutes choking on his dick and taking his load in my mouth, and he had zero interest in anything more for fun."

"And that cheap feeling comes with the biz, and this was your first encounter with it. Just because you're a porn star does not mean every man wants you." He grinned. "Consider the ego properly deflated and move on."

"Guess you're right, and, shit!" she exclaimed. "Dammit, I'm supposed to be saying I'm sorry and you're giving me advice."

"No time limit on an apology." He took another bite of lunch, then put his hand to his ear. "Listening" he said around his mouthful of food.

"Brock, I'm sorry I went off on you the other day. It was uncalled for, and I've felt bad about it ever since."

"This for me or to make yourself feel better?"

"Both."

"Point for honesty!" He saluted her, then went back to his burrito, while Dana pulled her phone from her purse when she heard it vibrating.

It was Ben.

She let it ring and when it ended, waited for the signal she had a voicemail, but didn't get it. Curious, she checked her history and saw he'd called four times in the last hour and not left any messages.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, sorry," she dropped the phone back in her purse. "And sorry in general. You were just being nice, and I just went full blown cunt on you."

"I appreciate the apology, but its all good."

"No, she shook her head. "Its really not. I don't know what the hell came over me."

"Denny D, I believe."

"Heh, I heard the same joke from," she snapped her fingers. "Ellen! She told me knew you from years ago when you worked at Vogue."

"Ellen from Beautiful You?" Brock broke into a huge smile. "How is she? I haven't heard from her in a couple of months."

"She's good, in fact, she put in me in touch with Sylvia so I could make some money and..." she stopped herself. "Never mind, you already got the condensed cliff notes of my life in full audio bitch."

"That was good." Brock laughed again, and she had to admit, he had an amazing smile, his perfect white teeth cutting through the black and gray of his neatly trimmed beard. "And that's fine. Once you got started, I could tell you had some heavy shit built up inside."

"You didn't need to bear the brunt of it though."

"Stop feeling bad, everyone has a bad day sometimes. But I never saw someone do it after a pair of orgasms and a good fucking."

"It wasn't that" she stopped for a moment. "I..."

"You what?"

"Nothing, it was you asking me out."

"If you weren't interested you could have said that." Brock told her. "I don't think the rant was warranted."

"It wasn't and that's why I'm sorry."

"You were shitty to me for no reason, but I'm willing to accept your apology if you could just give me some kind of reason." Brock leaned back and continued on his burrito, signaling he was waiting for her to give him what he wanted.

"Fine, thing that got me, Brock was feeling there's only one reason you'd ask me out. That reason wasn't my eyes or my smile. It was my mouth and my cunt and wanting me to give you what you filmed me doing with someone else.

"I have an ex-husband who even during our marriage made comments that the only thing I had going for me was my looks. First modeling, then hooking him," she laughed harshly. "So he says, anyway, with being younger and beautiful and a freak in bed. Now that we're divorced, he's really thrown that at me, called me a whore and every name under the sun."

"You believe him?" Brock had finished his lunch and while waiting for her reply chugged the rest of the soda.

"No!" she said a little too vehemently.

"Then why did you assume that's all I'm interested in?" He wiped his mouth, then tucked the empty bottle into the bag.

"Because it's not like you saw me out somewhere and decided to come over and say hi, you just spent a half hour filming me fucking, and did some of my other shoots."

"True, but I see..."

"I don't want to argue after I said I was sorry, but please don't insult me with you don't see sex when you're working."

"Damn straight I do. It's a fun job, but still a job, and I'm not going to say I don't enjoy watching, but its just that because all those women are to me are models playing a role and performing an act.

"But I see more in you. I heard you had a background in modeling, and just to defend myself I'm going to confess something to you."

"What's that?"

"That Sylvia told me who you were, and to watch out for you, make sure you were okay during your shoots, and help you if you weren't. Turns out you're fine with the work, but knowing a little about you made me want to get to know you, hear your story."

"You heard it the other day."

"I heard a woman who is upset about a failed marriage, who was put under financial duress that led her to making a desperate decision to save an important part of her life. But that's not the real you, Dana, just where you are in the moment."

"Ellen told me she knew you from before, then ran into you here."

"That's a slammed door," Brock muttered. "Yeah, it's a small world right? One minute we're shooting the shit at a fashion show where I'm taking pictures of the runway models some of whom were Ellen's talent. Flash forward, I walk onto a set and there she is with her hair dyed red, getting ready to be filmed as an escort hired by a married couple."

"Ellen shot with women?"

Brock's eyes narrowed.

"If she didn't tell you what she did, I probably shouldn't."

"She wouldn't even give me her screen name. Afraid I'd look her up."

"You would. Thanks for the apology and keeping me company, but I'm going to head back upstairs."

"What's your next shoot?"

"A gloryhole piece. Girl blows a couple of guys through a hole, then bends over against it so the last one can fuck her. Want to come watch?"

"I'll pass, thanks."

"I'm going to put my neck in the noose again." Brock rose. "A simple no will do this time, but how about we go out for coffee or maybe dinner some time? Get to hear each other's story?"

"I'm not looking to date, Brock."

"Then don't use the word date, could just be two people with some common interests getting together and talking."

"With porn the shared interest?"

"Modeling, photography. I'm sure you wondered how I went from New York catwalks to filming gloryhole porn. I might be willing to tell you."

"Why, Brock?"

"Why what?"

"I'm separated, divorce isn't final for a couple more weeks. I'm a hot mess emotionally and a porn star on top of it. What would you see in me? Seriously, even if I were game to date how could you date me while I do this? I ask because I don't see myself quitting anytime soon."

"I'm going to tell you there's a reason I don't care about what you do, but you only get it if we go out. Great martini bar opened up down the road, we could go there Friday night."

"I don't know."

"Tell you what, you come out with me, and I'll," he leaned over to whisper even though no one else was near them. "Tell you Ellen's screen name. Maybe even send a link to one of her vids that's still out there."

"Betraying a friend's confidence isn't exactly a way to establish trust, you know." Dana pointed out. "Even though I'd bet anything she's looked me up."

"That's a sucker's bet because I'm sure she has. Ellen's a bigger perv than she lets on. Tries to blame the industry for bringing it out of her, but that woman had some serious pent-up fantasies." he winked. "But good on you for turning it down, but my offer of how I ended up here, and why a porn star girlfriend wouldn't bother me still stands."

"I..." she looked down to see her phone was vibrating again in her purse because she hadn't turned the ringer back on yet. Ben again. "Tell you what. Let me get through the divorce, and I'll think about it."

"Hmm, so you can fuck on camera and," he pointed to her knees. "Off set, but you need to be divorced officially for a date that's not a date?"

"Well..."

"I'll take what I can get." He told her. "I'll ask again when its final."

"Fair enough. Take it easy, Brock."

"You too, Dana."

She watched him as he waited for the elevator. Would it be so bad? A couple of drinks and talking to someone other than Ellen? Going out as a woman, and not a wild cat sex crazed living breathing porn star persona she'd adopted before she'd actually become one?

Time with a man interested in getting to know her and not just in bed? To get out of her own self-centered misery, and listen to someone else's story? Ellen knew him, and had encouraged her to go out with him, and she wouldn't hook her up with an asshole because she knew she'd already spent years with one.

The word made her take her attention from Brock and pluck her phone from her purse. Rising and walking towards the doors leading to the parking lot, she kept her phone in her hand until she'd reached her car.

Dana put it on the dash, linking it to the car, but still waited until she pulled out of the parking lot, waving to Frank, the guard operating the gate as she did. She turned onto the main street then hit call.

"Dana," he said simply, but she could hear the anger, and disgust in that one word.

"Why are you blowing up my phone, Ben? Figured we said everything we needed to yesterday."

"You fucking pig," he hissed, his voice coming out of the speakers around her. "You sick twisted skank!"

"I can see why you didn't leave a message," she replied calmly, already knowing what his problem was. "This would sound great playing at the divorce."

"Know what else will? Me bringing up the fact you fucked my best friend's son in his goddamn office!"

"We're legally separated." Dana explained. "And sex in an office might fall under something some would see as wrong, but it doesn't break any actual laws," she smirked even though he couldn't see her. "We fucked in your office, and you did it with your intern there more than once."

"You..."

"And when it comes to an intern who really needs her job, the words blackmail and coercion could come into play."

"You think you're cute, bitch?"

"I would think twice before bringing this up in court. Hal knows the background behind why I filed and seeing you and Lucas and others thought you were cute firing Jim, don't think I can't get him as a character witness who knows what you did, who you did and where you did it."

There was a long silence on the other end, but Dana knew he hadn't hung up because she could hear him breathing.

"Not bad for someone with nothing between their ears." She spoke into his silence.

"You took advantage of a young boy."

"Please, he's out of college and I can tell you from firsthand experience, he's all man. Even better, he wasn't looking to keep his job like Felicia Stone was." She laughed as the silence returned. "Didn't think I knew her name? Hal spoke with her in case we need her, because after she fucked you to keep her position, she was let go a month later anyway."

"You never disclosed you knew any of this."

"I didn't have to, our divorce, other than the house was nice and simple. But Hal made sure we had some bullets in the chamber if needed. Play nice, Ben," her lips curled into a cold smile. "Or play hardball and I might just get the house for free."

"I can't believe I was married to you."

"Makes two of us. Are we done here?"

"You seduced my best friend's son right down the hall from me, and you think you can just get away with it?"

"How's it feel?" she asked softly. "To have people laughing at you behind your back because of something someone else did? Ethan got taken for a ride by Ben's ex. Bet they're saying how awful it is, then going back to their office and laughing at you. Some might be wishing they were the one I went after."

"I gave you the chance to stay in the house, and this is what you do to me? Take some kind of cheap revenge on me? And Lucas didn't do..."

"He cost me two fucking jobs!" She lost her cool and shouted at him. "Because in your own words you never meant for me to have a chance at the house! But I have it, and I decided, like you said, to have my cake, and eat someone else's too. That's how it works for the boy's club, so it's good enough for me."

"You made a mistake Dana. The things I said to you yesterday weren't nice, but they were the truth. What you did was deliberate and personal. If I were you, I'd watch my back."

"Ethan watched it yesterday for me."

This time the call ended, and Dana debated calling Matt and telling him what happened. She'd get lectured for yesterday, after all, it was a low thing to do, deserved or not, but no laws were broken, but he might want to bring his file of Ben's dirty secrets with him just in case.

They would have helped had she chosen the path of alimony, but seeing she declined it, wouldn't factor into much else. But if he wanted to push at the last minute and use her character as an example, she had proof of his as well.

But one thing was obvious even to her right now. She had to slow down. Worked up as the shoot had left her, she couldn't go out and find a disposable boy toy tonight, or until after the divorce was final.

Not that she was committing any crimes, but Ben, along with Ellen's warning, and the conversation with Matt and Sylvia, during which she'd gotten around admitting she went bareback with her lovers, were a series of warnings telling her to slow down, and for once, she needed to listen.

At least for the next few days.

*****

"How's it feel going into the one week countdown to officially being a single woman?" Ellen lifted her mug of tea to her lips.

"I don't know," Dana replied. "Glad it'll be over with soon but wondering what difference it really makes."

"Its closure," Ellen explained. "Legally official, and no more dealing with Ben in any way other than to send the last four payments to his attorney. He calls you now, you still feel you need to know what he wants, after next week, you block his number and never talk to that sack of shit again."

"Yeah," Dana stared down at her coffee.

"You don't seem enthused about what I just said."

"I saw him three days ago."

"I know, I was hoping you would have called and told me how it went, but when you didn't, I figured I'd wait until we met for coffee." Ellen gave her a warm smile. "I love that we're spending time together again."

"Me too," Dana replied absently while looking at her phone.

"Everything okay?"

"Yes, I mean no," she sighed. "I don't know."

"What's wrong? You had a shoot two days ago, did it go okay, getting tired of it?

"It went okay except it was just a blow job scene, and it left me all worked up."

"Happened to me a couple times." Ellen leaned back in her chair. "It wasn't so much about not getting anything out of it, but those were the scenes that made me feel cheap and humiliated."

"What do you mean?"

"To me, a full out scene involved me both giving and receiving. Just giving head made me feel like 'look at this whore just being a cum dumpster."

"Tell you something, Ellen. Not many people would believe me if I told them you talk like that."

"Even fewer that I did it." She chuckled. "But I'm not trying to make you feel that way, everyone is different. I knew women who preferred vids like that because they weren't that into it and were fine without having to get fucked." Ellen grinned. "The foot vids just make you feel silly."

"Haven't done one of those, maybe my feet aren't sexy enough," Dana joked, but even she could hear there wasn't much humor behind it.

"Everything about you is sexy, Dana."

"You have to say that you're my best friend."

"I'm a former model, a current agent, and former adult film star. I know sexy when I see it. I hired you back in the day, remember? Trust me, you have anything a man, or woman, could want."

"Um, okay." Dana shrugged. "Funny you say that the BJ shoot was directed by a girl named Heather, she does all girl on girl scenes, and insisted I'd do one at some point."

"Most likely. Someone starts off hot in the straight scenes, then does some lesbian shoots. It gets the guys to check them out, and the women already there become new fans."

"You do them?"

"I told you, we don't talk about what I did, but I have mentioned being in your shoes, so that should tell you I did straight scenes."

"But you just said most women do and you did this for a couple of years and..."

"Nice deflection," Ellen cut her off in a way that made Dana feel her friend was the one deflecting. "What's wrong? I don't think being left horny over a shoot is that big of a deal. Not like you won't find it somewhere that night."

"For your information, I didn't." Dana told her with an edge in her voice.

"Now I know there's something wrong."

Dana sighed, and told Ellen about Bryan, and how embarrassed she was to be shot down. Then, knowing she was in for an I told you so, mentioned her warning from Sylvia.

"Then I'm glad you listened and didn't go back on the prowl because she's right," Ellen frowned. "To be honest, I didn't know you rode those kids raw, that's risky in general, Dana, but in the industry..."

"Okay, I get it, so enough." Dana drew a line across her neck. "End of discussion."

"I hope you do," Ellen said simply. "Sorry about Bryan, but he had a point, everyone has their type."

"I know," Dana conceded, "Still a shot to the ego."

"Maybe a needed one. Keep in mind, this is the bullshit Ben threw in your face, that he wanted younger, it's the same for all that type."

"So glad we're talking! I feel much better."

"Friends tell it like it is, you think no man can resist you. Again, that's common in the industry, as is the eventual wake up call. Not every porn star wants to be one, or with one, offscreen."

"Duly noted," Dana grunted sourly.

"You're not usually thin skinned, Dana." Ellen put her hands out to her. "Give it up, there's something else behind this." When Dana didn't' respond, she snapped her fingers. "We started with you seeing Ben and got off on a tangent. Something go wrong? He try to refuse the check?"

"Yes to both," Dana's throat tightened and her eyes grew misty. "He said some things, and they," she had to force herself to speak as her throat tightened with delayed emotion. "Really hurt."

Ellen took her hands in hers.

"I'm sorry, Dana. Do you want to tell me?"

"I don't know."

"It might help," Ellen gave her hands a reassuring squeeze. "No jokes, no judgement. I'm here to listen and support my girl, okay?"

Dana returned the comforting squeeze, and haltingly told her about Ben's affairs going back much further, and how he felt their entire marriage was a mistake because he married the whore and not the 'good woman'.

She had to stop a few times so she wouldn't lapse into tears, but managed to get through, including him using the new revelations to ask if the house still meant enough to her to keep it.

"Damn straight you keep it, and good on you for telling him you could resell it and make money if you changed your mind."

"Yeah, go me," she said glumly.

"You really think he was cheating that far back? Maybe he was just trying to hurt you."

"I believe it. He bought into the boy's club a lot sooner than I thought. God, even Lucas was such an asshole to me when he saw me in the waiting room. Creep all but came out and said he cost me the job at Mario's too, then denied it, typical lawyer," she scoffed.

"What do you mean?"

Dana quickly relayed that brief but nasty exchange, and Ellen shook her head.

"Don't you say that the head of that firm is a family values type? Does he have any idea what his employees do?"

"No idea, I only met him a few times, but he seemed like a decent sort, maybe he's oblivious or maybe he turns a blind eye, doesn't matter."

"Might if you went to him with all this."

"Like he'd fire two senior partners over a nasty divorce and teaming up on me." Dana waved her hand. "I opened up a big enough can of worms as it is."

"You did?"

"Now I'm worried they're going to try something."

Ellen's eyes narrowed.

"Why would they? Ben hurt you, why would he feel the need to keep going?"

"Well..." Dana looked around evasively. "I did something stupid that really pissed him off."

"Stupid as in what? You key his car or something?"

"I fucked Lucas's son."

"Oh, for fuck's sake Dana! You went looking for the guy's kid and seduced him?"

"I didn't have to look far. Saw him on the way out, went into his office and took him right there."

"Dana," Ellen looked away and took a deep breath. "I swear to Christ, Sylvia should stop handing you scripts and just follow you around as a porn reality show," she sighed. "Except no one would believe anyone could be that reckless and downright dumb."

"I have no defense for that, and that's what led to my warning. Ended up with rug burn on my knees and they saw it during the shoot."

"Lucky it was only a BJ scene, Sylvia might not have let you shoot like that."

"I could have worn black thigh highs or something, but main thing is I was hurt, mad, wanted to pay those two pricks back so took a page out of their book and screwed someone half my age in one of the offices."

"To quote Pat Benatar, sex isn't a weapon, Dana. Nor is it the only form of revenge, you getting the house is enough payback because he has to live with himself for making you the offer in the first place, should have listened to his lawyer and pushed the sale, he did it to fuck with you, and it backfired."

She leveled a finger at her. "You do not have to keep trying to have the last word, or should I say last muffled moan because your mouth always has to be full."

"Ellen!" Dana flinched at her words. "That was a little much, don't you think?"

"The good friend telling you everything is okay doesn't work with you, Dana. Your head strong and obsessed with head these days. You've reverted back to what you were when you were young, and just like then, you don't stop, you could ruin your career and keep making a mess of your life in general."

Ellen gave her a genuinely disgusted look.

"Only you could have a job that involves fucking and still need to risk it by having sex on the side."

"I just..."

"Know, what, Dana? Maybe you need to talk to someone, maybe you're a damn nymphomaniac."

"Now you're just being a bitch." Dana snorted.

"True, if you were a nympho, you wouldn't have stayed faithful in your marriage. Maybe you're just a mid-life nympho."

"Much better," Dana replied sarcastically.

"Ever think about women?"

"Huh? Where did that come from?"

"I don't know, maybe as much as you want them, men don't do anything for you anymore. You might have a little more satisfaction with a woman."

"I'm not into women, Ellen. Not even sure why you'd say that unless it's meant as another insult."

"Just grasping at straws to stop you from grasping every young cock within ten feet of you." Ellen sat back and drummed her long French manicured nails on the table. "God, you're worse than a horny coed so desperate for attention you'd suck off an entire frat house."

"I don't have to take this." Dana pushed her chair back. "Tough love is one thing; slut shaming is another." She rose and pointed to Ellen, lowering her voice to an angry whisper. "You sucked any cock Sylvia put in front of you on the set the same way I am now, so don't you dare judge me!"

"As a last resort to save what's mine, just like you're doing. The difference between us is I left it on the set! I didn't need to go chasing it down everywhere else!"

"It's my body, and my life." Dana struggled to keep her voice down when she noticed people at the next table were now watching the obvious argument. "I thought you wanted to be back in my life, but guess I was wrong."

Dana grabbed her purse, but before she could pick it up, Ellen grabbed her wrist.

"Please sit, I'm sorry I said those things, but its how you're acting."

"Lame apology not accepted." She tugged her arm away from her.

"I'm angry at you because you're proving Ben right."

"Done here, Ellen." Dana told her. "Thank you for putting me in touch with Sylvia and thank you for now making me feel like shit about it."

"You still never listen, do you?" Ellen asked. "I am not judging you for what you're doing for work, it's the rest of your wild antics." She sighed. "Look, just sit down and let me tell you what I mean about Ben."

"I think I've had enough abuse for now. I feel less demeaned sucking for money than I do talking to you."

"Dana," Ellen's voice was soft, but there was a tremor in it that proved it was an effort for her to keep it that way. "I saved your career when you started out. You barely spoke to me during your marriage because of that asshole, and you come back looking for help, and I help you again. So the least you're going to do for me is sit on your ass and listen to me for a few more minutes."

She pointed to the seat.

Dana gave her a hard stare, and wanted nothing more than to walk away, but angry as she was, Ellen's words brought up the guilt and shame she'd felt for letting Ben take her away from her, Burt, and other friends she'd made in the industry... and even giving it up for him.

She sank into the chair and whispered. "Go ahead."

"Ben keeps throwing this shit at you that all you have are your looks and all you're good at and for is sex. He's right," she raised her hand when Dana put her hands on the table to push herself back to her feet. "But only because you make him right."

"This job is the only way I could..."

"Not the job, the rest of it. You're a good woman, Dana, and you have a lot to offer outside the bedroom, but I think he's convinced you otherwise, or maybe you already felt that way because you were like this before."

"I love sex, and I love to be wanted." Dana replied softly. "Is that so wrong?"

"You can be wanted for more than that. Dana, since you left Ben, you've been on a goddamn rampage, and you don't even spend the night."

"I'm not there for spooning and afterglow." Dana retorted. "I find, I fuck, I leave. Works for men, doesn't it?"

"Not every man, and these are boys Dana. I think that's the problem, why not look at getting back into dating?"

"While I'm in porn? How's that work? You said yourself you didn't dare for the two years you did this."

"I was heartbroken, and my reaction was different than yours. You're on a revenge tour where every fuck makes you somehow think you're paying Ben back. I did the job for the money, some physical release, but emotionally I wasn't ready for anything."

"And I'm not either." Dana frowned. "And since when are you? You not only never remarried, but I don't hear you talking about anyone serious."

"You weren't talking to me at all for a while," she reminded her. "But no, no one serious."

"Why not?"

"Because unlike you I have some restraint, Dana. I'm busy with the agency and honestly, I'm still a little gun shy with men when it comes to being serious. When the need gets to be too much, I have someone I can spend some time with."

"Some time?"

"Could be just a fun weekend, could be a regular thing for a few weeks, but the understanding is its not permanent."

"You have a friend with benefits is what you're saying?"

"Exactly, we're comfortable together, we have a good time and its affection and not just sex, but its not the L word and not for keeps as they say."

"Can I meet this guy?"

"No offense, but I stress the private in my private life these days."

"How about a picture?"

"Dana, we're talking about you. What about Brock, you ever catch up and apologize to him?"

"I did, and he was cool about it, made me feel worse that he was."

"He's a laid back old soul type," Ellen nodded. "He ask you out again?"

"Yes, but, Jesus, Ellen, the guy met me while filming me fucking, how can that even work?"

"It could, but with the right person, and trust me, Brock is that person."

"He made it sound like there's a reason he doesn't care, but I don't get the story unless I at least go for coffee with him."

"Then go!"

"Ellen, I don't care how smooth the guy is, or if he is that genuinely nice, but you say all I see myself good for is sex? All he's seen is me have sex so if he's interested it's just for that."

"Dana, I know him, you don't. I know his story, you don't." Ellen paused to rub her temple as the argument was giving her a headache. "I wouldn't ask you to think about if I thought he was just looking for a fuck."

"I'm done with guys my age."

"Who says it has to be more than a night out where you talk to someone about something other than your own problems? Like you learned from that kid, not everyone finds you irresistible."

"So Brock has no interest in sex?"

"Fine, I'm sure he wouldn't mind sex, but he wants to know you, and even if its just as a friend, I think you could use that."

"You two have discussed me haven't you?"

"Yes, he called me a couple days ago because seeing you reminded him he hadn't talked to me for a while, so he wanted to check in, and I asked how you were doing, and he said great on the set, but you unloaded on him. This was after you already told me what happened, so I just played dumb."

"Ellen, are you trying to fix me up like this is damn high school?"

"I'm trying to get you to stop being a porn star when you're not being a porn star. Consider going for coffee with Brock as a favor to me. If nothing comes out of it, fine, but at least you'll spend some time with someone your own age that you're not throwing yourself at."

"I told him after the divorce is final end of next week, I'd think about going out with him."

"Then make it a yes, and I'll leave you be." Ellen's expression softened. "Dana, I'm going to tell you something I didn't before about the industry because I felt it was your only way to get what you wanted"

"What is it?"

"It can take a toll on a person, more so in women, but men as well. A lot of people get hot and heavy in the beginning, then flame out and part of the flame out is realizing just how meaningless it made sex seem and that you're forever going to worry about people finding out and feel cheap and disgusting.

"I'm not saying anyone is, but it's how many have felt, and I did struggle with what I did once I left. Looking back has different insight than when you're in the heat of it and that's why I want you to be careful."

"But I like it, you never got off for the camera, I do, and this is like the ultimate rush for me."

"Okay, for now it is, and maybe it always will be. There are people who stay in the game for a long time like Sylvia, but they're few and far between. Pace yourself and don't go deeper down the rabbit hole as far as the type of shoots you'll do."

"Advice heard," Dana told her.

"Sorry if I was harsh to you,"

Dana remained silent as now that she'd calmed down, a thought entered her mind about what Ellen had just said.

"Ellen, did something bad happen to you?"

"No," she shook her head. "Never a problem on set, but I guess what I'd call the aftermath was harder than I thought it would be. It changed the way I see sex and relationships."

"That why you haven't been serious since you left?"

"Big part of it, yes."

"I'm sorry for that, but I'll be fine."

"Right," Ellen didn't look convinced. "You said you did a shoot couple days ago, when's your next one, next week?"

"Tomorrow," Dana told her. "Student teacher."

"Two in three days?"

"This was supposed to be later in the week, but Matt called and asked if I'd be okay with tomorrow because they accidently over booked on the original day, but left slots open for tomorrow."

"So much for listening to me." Ellen muttered glumly.

"Oh, for God's sake, Ellen, I already agreed to it, and I'm not going to back out. I'll be more careful off set, but as far as shoots? I'll do as many as I want, okay, Mom?"

"Like the saying goes, you do you, Dana," she rose to her feet and tossed a ten on the table for a tip, "And everyone else."

*****

Dana sipped at her French Vanilla latte and leaning back in the chair, couldn't resist picking up her phone. After all, it had been a whopping twenty minutes since she'd looked, and it was only that long because she'd been in the car, then in line to get her coffee.

She'd chosen the small table in the far corner so there would be no one behind her who could look over her shoulder and see what was on her phone. Although part of her wouldn't have minded if the person happened to be male, in his early twenties and into milf porn.

Specifically, if it starred 'Dana Darling, the hottest up and cumming Milf in the game!" The quote was the title of the brief ten-minute interview she'd done for Adult Prime that they'd posted on their channel "Milfs do it better."

According to them, and hundreds of comments left on her videos, Dana was doing it better than most, and it was because she loved every minute of it. The exhibitionism she'd displayed in her early twenties as a model that left her hot, wet, and ready to fuck the first cock she could get her hands or mouth on after being filmed, had returned with a vengeance.

Fucking not just on camera, but with a small crew of men watching was a dream come true. Not only did it get her horny enough to really get into being gotten into but was what made her videos stand out. Sure, some women could act like they loved it, smile through a facial after being fucked in every position, fake an orgasm or too, but...

Dana wasn't acting nor was she faking anything.

Her eagerness to suck and fuck the hot young studs she shot with, the way her orgasms weren't just real, but powerful, and the look of pure lust and joy on her face during her encounter were taking the industry by storm.

After only a dozen shoots, her porn star ranking on Porn hub had soared to below five hundred and considering how many active, and even more non active starlets, were on that site, it was a testament to how many people loved the way she legit loved her work.

Dana's latest shoot, "Mother of all Revenge" had dropped on Milftacular last night and already had dozens of comments and three thousand thumbs up. The role was her as the mother of an asshole son who slept with his best friend's girlfriend. The awful act reminded her character of how her husband had cheated on her and pissed her off so much she fucked the brains out of her son's friend for revenge and made sure he found out about it.

Dana's enthusiasm for this one was higher than usual considering her own asshole husband, had cheated on her with young escorts, and she went full blown wildcat on her twenty-two-year-old co-star, Max Driver.

Her character was so angry it was in the script for her to take it in the ass, something Dana had said she wasn't sure she'd be up to, and being she was filling in last minute and couldn't be held to it, Billy, the director of the shoot, told her to play it by ear and if she wanted to give it a go, to simply tell Max to "fuck her where her ex never had" while he was taking her doggy.

Dana shouldn't have been surprised that by the time they'd reached that position she was so caught up in not just the sex, but her own anger at going through what her character had, she uttered the line.

She'd experienced anal sex several times when she was younger, but Ben had never been into it, and Max, like all porn stars, was bigger than average and even though he eased it in slowly, Dana was feeling some immediate regret and heard Ellen's warning in her mind about going further down the rabbit hole.

Once Max really went to town, it hurt like hell the first few minutes and her squealing, the way both her big brown eyes and mouth were wide open, and the expression of discomfort laced with lust as she became caught up in the sheer dirtiness of taking it in the ass on camera, on her face was beyond convincing, it was as Billy later declared "Pure gold."

She'd finished in style, taking Max's cock directly from her ass to her mouth-at least in the edited version which cut out him quickly wiping off, sucking him off and then letting him jack off all over her red, sweaty and tear-streaked face. Dana had trouble sitting and wasn't walking right for two days, but damn, it had been worth it.

She smiled as she opened the site and seen she'd not only gained another hundred views in the last twenty minutes, but two comments.

"Goddamn! I have never seen a woman love the camera, and the cock, the way Dana does!"

"I think Miss Darling mentioned revenge in her debut casting video and she fucked this stud hell hath no fury style and even her dialogue had a nasty 'fuck you" edge to it. Imagine being her ex? You had all this and screwed her over, now everyone's seeing what you could have still had?"

Her smile widened to the point she could feel it in her cheeks. Both comments were spot on, but the second especially. She thought of Ben several times during every shoot.

"Look at him fucking your wife the way you never could. Look at your ex wife sucking that big young hard cock. Imagine if one of your snotty friends or co-workers found my videos."

The last thought was one that never failed to make her take her performance to the next level. Her raunchy talk, rapidly becoming her trademark, grew even dirtier, her fucking even wilder to the point she did it with a frenzied energy driven by anger and bitterness, but presented it as she couldn't get enough cock.

Fact was, Ellen had been dead on the other day, Dana felt as if she couldn't these days. She'd been going through young men like water in the months following her divorce, and she'd thought getting laid as a profession would stop that.

At this point she was getting offers to shoot for multiple studios, and still had her commitment to Sylvia, who was fine with her doing other shoots as long as she had a good relationship with the other studio, to pay off the money she'd given her upfront to pay off Ben and keep the house.

Next week she was doing three scenes. Three days of fucking, and a different actor each time, and because she loved doing it, Dana had thought she'd be like Ellen and use it as her sex life because its not like she'd done anything except hit it and quit it with her young one-night stands prior to her first video.

But quite the opposite, Dana found she had sex on the brain more than ever. The day after a shoot all she could do was think about what an amazing ride it was and would get worked up replaying it in her mind.

What made her even hotter was picturing all the men who would be watching it. Ogling her mature voluptuous body, wishing it was their cock she had in her mouth and cunt as they watched her flex her head game and go around the world as she worked another cock for every drop those young balls could produce.

Ellen only knew what Dana told her and was appalled at just that. She had no idea how promiscuous she'd been until she'd earned the warning from Sylvia. Dana had hooked up with a kid from a club the night after a shoot, then another two days later, the night before her next scene. She was like an addict and sex was her drug. Barely hopping off one cock and looking for another to ride.

She'd seen interviews and read stories where porn stars and sex workers talked about how sex was empowering. How knowing men wanted you so badly they'd pay for it, or to know how many men across the vast world of online porn had jacked off to you, was a hell of a rush.

Men subscribing to Only Fans to watch you play with yourself, paying for custom videos where you masturbated while moaning their name and sending them the panties you wore. Some men all but worshipped their favorite porn star.

Dana remembered rolling her eyes when one porn star who had since retired from the industry, but still made a killing on Only Fans, spoke of 'feeling like a goddess' when she read comments on her videos or met fans at adult conventions and signings.

But damned if the word didn't fit to an extent. Already modeling at 18, Dana had never lacked confidence in her looks, or her sexual prowess for that matter. But it was somewhat shaken during the last few years of her loveless and mostly sexless marriage.

That confidence came roaring back when she went back on the prowl, and soared even higher now that she was an adult actress whose star was on a rapid rise. Even now, sitting in a coffee shop, she felt sexy. Not just sexy to herself, but knew she was desirable to the men around her, and they didn't even know who she was, and what she did not just for a living, but still as her favorite hobby.

Fuck young men.

Dana put her phone down and picking up her latte, sipped at it while looking around. There was a man three tables way who she noted was looking her way, but with his eyes down. He was checking out her legs which were well displayed in her red sundress.

Dana decided to give him a better view by stretching them out under the table, and pointing her feet forward, causing the muscles in her toned calves to stand out. In case he had a thing for feet, she used her foot to push her rather plain red sandal off, so she could dangle it from her red tipped toes.

He stared for a few seconds before looking up, and seeing her looking, quickly turning his head. Not a bad looking guy, but going by his more salt than pepper hair, most likely a few years older than her, and not in her wheelhouse.

Be good, she chided herself. She'd promised herself she would heed Sylvia's warning and stick to sex on the set for a while. That and with the divorce a few days away and Ben now angry at her, she wouldn't put it past him to have her watched.

But god, reading the comments about her video had her horny, and she'd been getting it way to often and way to good for jilling off to even remotely satisfy her. She leaned back in the chair, giving anyone who might be watching a look at her, as several people had referred to her chest as, her 'epic rack'. The dress wasn't all that tight, but Dana's breasts were large and therefore still prominent, and the V-neck low enough to show a hint of her impressive cleavage.

Sylvia had told her the best way to avoid being recognized in the 'real world' was to try and tone down her appearance and unless she was heading out to find her next good time, Dana followed the advice. Her hair currently pulled back in a loose ponytail, no makeup, and her dress, although it showed some leg and called attention to her breasts, and when she stood only hinted at the delightfully round ass beneath it, was what she'd consider more playful than sexy.

Nothing to see here guys, just your everyday milf next door, enjoying a latte. At least for today, as at this time on Friday she'd be naked on a bed getting dicked down by some guy half her age while several people filmed it and told the actor where he was going to stick his cock next or what position she should get into.

"Um, excuse me?"

Dana looked to her left to see a tall young man standing next to the table. She'd seen him while she was in line, sitting at a table with a laptop. Twice, while waiting for her order, she'd glanced over and seen him looking at her, and again once she was sitting.

She hadn't noticed him in her recent perusal of the shop and figured he had left.

"Can I help you?" she looked up through her naturally long lashes.

"Well, I...:" he paused and shifted nervously from one foot to the next. "You look really familiar."

She pursed her lips and cocked her head as if trying to recall if she knew him, while using the ploy to check him out. Behind the thick black glasses he wore, the kind that were made fun of years ago, but were now 'cool' were a stunning pair of ocean blue eyes.

His black hair was shaved on the sides, but had some length in the back, and he sported a pair of dime size gages in his ears. He wore a thin neatly trimmed goatee and mustache, but the rest of his face was on the soft and pretty side.

Dana felt as if the entire look was designed to make him appear trendy, and it was one she didn't normally go for, but there was no denying he was cute. Same for his build, tall and on the thin side, but his arms displayed a lean muscle that indicated he was stronger than he looked, as did his legs which protruded from his knee length black cargo shorts.

"Sorry," she shrugged, hoping he'd take note of the way the tops of her breasts jiggled. "I don't think we've met."

She reached for her phone but stopped when he said.

"Oh, no, we've never met. It's more like you look like someone I've seen online." He leaned over and whispered. "Are you Dana Darling?"

His question caught her by surprise and when she didn't respond right away, he quickly added.

"Sorry if you're not, I didn't mean to be rude."

Her initial instinct was going to be to deny it. Something she should do no matter what, but the way he stammered and blushed caused her to relax. He seemed like a nice kid, not a cocky jerk. Not that she minded confidence, but that was when she was on the hunt, and not being asked if she were a porn star.

"Why would that be rude?" she widened her eyes as if confused. "Who is Dana Darling? An actress?"

"Uh, yeah, you could say that." He shifted and she noticed the lap top bag slung over his shoulder, but what her eyes lingered on, and she'd missed in her first quick glance was the black camera around his neck, blending into his black shirt.

"Is she a good one?" She was now fighting to keep from smiling.

"Yeah, but anyway, you're not her, so my bad. I'll leave you alone."

He turned and froze when she replied.

"I never answered."

"Huh?"

"I never said I was or wasn't her, I just said I didn't know you."

"Oh, well," his eyes narrowed as if he were trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing.

"What's your name sweetie?" she put her hand out.

"I'm Darren." He took her hand in his.

"I'm Dana"

"Nice to meet you..." his eyes widened. "Oh my god!" he gasped. "You are her!"

"I am me!" she put her hand on her chest and mimicked his gasp. "Oh my god!"

"Jeez," his blush returned, but this time with a rueful grin. "It's really you and I make an idiot out of myself."

"No worries. I'm glad you didn't come over here blurting it out and acting like a dumb ass."

"Wow," he released a low whistle. "I can't believe it's you!" he beamed down at her. "I'm a really big fan!"

"Are you now?" she asked with a smile of her own. "How big?"

The innuendo slipped by him as he continued to gush. "Really big! Seen all your movies and..." he stopped when she put her finger to her lips as he was getting louder.

"Sorry," he smacked himself in the forehead. "I'm super excited!"

"I might be getting there myself." she told him as she gave him another appraising glance, this time lingering on his crotch. The shorts were loose giving her no indication of what he might have going on down there.

"I knew you were the type that would like to meet your fans!"

"Right," she sighed as he missed another opening.

"Hey, can I get a picture with you?" He removed his phone from his pocket. "I won't say where we are, promise!"

Dana frowned, being recognized gave her a thrill, but to let him post it all over his social media? Then again, Sylvia had already made her a Dana Darling Instagram and kept pushing her to post some pics. This would be a good one.

"Of course," she slid over so he could come around beside her. "But I'm not exactly looking all that hot right now."

"Are you kidding?" He stepped over and squatted down next to her, holding his phone up. "You look even better like this. No make up and still hot as fuck."

"Okay, not you're just sucking up." She laughed even as her mind turned the joke into a visual of her sucking something up. Something young and hard. Easy girl, this kid knows who you are. That thought was followed by a voice in her head saying "So? That could be even more fun."

She leaned in close, pressing her cheek to his and demonstrated the smile on demand skill that all models and actresses developed early on.

"How about one more?" She turned her head and pressed her lips to his cheek.

"Oh... wow," he clicked the picture and Dana laughed when she saw he was now red as her nail polish.

"You're a cutie, you know that?"

"I don't feel cute, I feel stupid." He looked at her longingly as if he wanted to keep talking, but his nerves got the best of him. "Thank you for the picture, Miss Darling. You made my day."

"Bet I could make it even better," she gestured to the chair across from her. "Would you like to sit and talk?"

"Holy shit? Seriously? Wow!" Darrin quickly moved over to the other chair with an air of excitement that had her wondering how he'd react if she offered to show him her tits.

Which he'd already seen in addition to everything else she had and how she used it. The idea he'd seen her in all her sex crazed glory caused a warm feeling between her thighs. Except for other people in the industry, she hadn't yet met anyone who'd seen her body of work which involved working her body.

He sat there smiling, and when she realized he was too star struck, or nervous, to say anything, she spoke.

"So, have you seen the newest one?"

"Hell yeah," he nodded enthusiastically. "Commented too. I'm DW2005 on the hub."

"Thank you, what was the comment?"

"I," he looked away. "Don't want to say."

"Come on, honey, you know who I am, you think I'd be offended by anything you'd say?"

"Guess not," he gave her another rueful grin. "I said you're the real headmaster in porn."

"That's high praise," Dana smirked. "Lot of cocksuckers out there."

"Damn," his blush returned. "Just hearing you say that is really hot."

Dana leaned over the table, giving him a view down her dress, and whispered in a sultry tone.

"Yeah, baby? You like the way I suck cock? The way I choke myself on big dicks then beg for them to cum all over my slutty face?" She flicked her tongue over her lips. "Or down my throat?"

She leaned back and picked up her latte as casually as if she'd just told him what time it was. She watched over the cup as his blue eyes widened and his mouth hung open. This kid was adorable and...

"Hey," she put her coffee down. "2005? Is that when you were born?"

"Uh, yeah," he still seemed to be trying to recover from her talking dirty.

"You're 18?"

"Just turned 18 last month."

"You're just a baby," she told him even as the warmth between her legs escalated to pure heat; a throbbing wet heat.

"I guess."

"18 and never been kissed?" She teased but hoped for an answer. If this kid was a virgin, she'd have to calm herself down. She would never want to be a kid's first time. He wouldn't care, but she would. That should be with someone you were at least going to see again.

"I know I'm kind of geeky, but I've kissed girls before," he told her as he leaned back in the chair.

"I was using kissed as an analogy," she informed him. "Have you ever fucked?"

"Whoa," he blinked. "Awkward."

"You knowing I'm an adult film star isn't?"

"Truth," he nodded. "I had a girlfriend for two years, then there was one time me and my best friend's sister got super stoned and..." he sighed. "I guess I should say ex-best friend now."

"Ouch," she winced. "Now that's awkward, but when you're older it will be a fun story to tell."

"If you say so. Thought of it a little with your revenge video, he was so mad at me I was glad I don't have a sister, and that my mom's not really hot." He said it so seriously, she laughed.

"Real life strikes," she folded her arms on the table, leaning forward enough to get his eyes on her tits again. "What's your favorite video?"

"I really like your first one. I didn't see it first though, had to wait until they had a cheap two day trial. I work part time, can't afford a membership."

"Why the first one?"

"Cause you looked nervous at first and it was hot as hell watching you get into it. I like stuff that seems real."

"Think my others seem real?"

"Well," he laughed. "The stories are kind of weak, but if you're faking then you need some Oscars."

"If you saw my interview, I said I had my doubts, thought I'd do this because I needed a way to make money, but I found I love every minute of it."

"And revenge on your husband," he added. "Man, what a fucking world class moron that guy is."

"Yeah?"

"Hell yeah, I mean look at you! That and how you go at it. Shit, if you were my girl, I don't think I'd let you out of bed."

"That's sweet," she tilted her head. "I think."

"I meant it as a compliment."

"Taken that way," she chided him. "Don't be so stiff, sweetie," she winked. "At least not that way."

"Sorry, I just feel kind of out of my league here."

"So is that all you like, that I'm into it?"

"What's not to like?" He also leaned forward and lowered his voice. "You're beautiful, have a killer body, and all that nasty talk really does it for me."

"Ass or tit man?"

"I'd take either, but why choose?"

"That's great!' Dana put her hand on his forearm. "See how much fun you can be if you relax?"

"You have a great smile," he told her even as his eyes were on her hand, taking in her long red nails on his skin. "Seriously, I'm not blowing smoke, and you have amazing eyes."

"Hmm, tell me more," she gave her lip a brief suck and could tell by the look on his face it wasn't lost on him.

"You can make them all wide and innocent like in that landlord video where you pretended you didn't know the guy was looking for sex or make them super intense and sexy... smoldering."

"I wouldn't expect that description from someone your age, no offense."

"Someone said it in a comment, that and bedroom eyes. I like that your older too. Any woman in their twenties can be hot, but to be your age and still rocking a body like that? That's way hotter."

"You always watch milf porn, or is it just me?"

"Well, I've always watched," he admitted. "Jodie West, Zoe Holloway, India Summers, but you're even better than them."

"Hmm, know what they say about flattery, right?"

"Gets you nowhere?"

"Depends on the person being flattered," Beneath the table, she slipped her right sandal off, and ran her soft foot along Darrin's bare lower leg.

"Oh..."

"That's a nice camera," she deliberately changed the topic to something casual, even as she rested the soft sole of her foot on his leg just over his sock. "Looks expensive."

"It's a Canon Rebel T7," he held it up. "Graduation present from my parents."

"Nice, you like photography?"

"I'm starting at the school for the arts in September. I want to make movies, so I go around taking pictures and sometimes videos of people if they'll let me. I post them on TikTok, trying to get a following."

"I started as a model back when I was your age."

"You said that in your first video." He hefted the camera. "Would it be cool to take a couple of pics with this?"

Dana's eyes lingered on the camera and felt her nipples stiffen and ache in time with her equally aroused clit.

"What kind of pictures?" Her voice had a breathy tone of excitement to it, but he seemed as oblivious to it as he was to her innuendos. Even her foot on his leg seemed to have been forgotten once he began talking about the camera.

"I don't know, maybe something fun. There's a water fountain across the street, it would be a great background."

"Really?" she raised her eyebrows. "That's what you think would be a fun shoot?"

"Oh, I don't know," she parted her lips flicked her tongue at him. "Maybe a few head shots?"

"You are beautiful."

Dana resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"I meant some pics of me giving head." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "You know, sucking your cock?"

"You're messing with me."

"Nice spread of me spreading?"

"Its not cool to tease," he laughed nervously as his eyes dropped to where she playfully wiggled her toes into his leg.

"You say you want to make movies? How about I star in your first one?" She flashed a wicked smile. "Dana Darling thanks a fan."

"I... oh, wow," His eyes were so wide she had to hold back a laugh. "But um, I live with my parents."

"I don't. I have a nice house and a bed that no one's been in yet." Her voice had dropped to a smoky purr. "You want to help me break in my bed?"

"Please don't be fucking with me," he said so softly she could barely hear him.

"I plan on fucking with you, but..." she paused to make him squirm. "You never answered my question."

"What question?"

"You said you were a big fan, and I asked how big, but you didn't answer," she looked around to make sure no one was looking their way and lifting her leg, placed her foot directly on his crotch. "How about we go to my place, and you show me?"

*****

"Hmm, you getting this, baby?" Dana, naked, lying on her stomach between Darrin's legs, her legs bent and feet kicking playfully as she flicked her tongue over his cock.

"Oh, yeah," Darrin whispered as he held the Nikon in a surprisingly steady hand pointing it at her.

"Promised you some head shots," Dana kissed the tip of his sizeable cock, then took him into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head while her dark eyes looked straight into the camera.

She moaned softly at not just the feeling of his hard young flesh sliding over her soft wet tongue and between her lips, but the how sticky it was, and how good her cunt tasted on it. By the time they'd reached her house, Darrin following her in his car, she was squirming in her seat.

When they entered, she had to resist fucking him right there on the couch in the living room, but was so caught up in finally fucking someone in the room she'd been with Ben for years, she all but ran up the stairs with her soon to be lover, laughing and in hot pursuit.

She'd kicked her shoes off in the hall and was already peeling her dress off as she entered the bedroom. As Darrin watched with a mixed look of desire and disbelief, she removed her bra, shimmied out of her thong and threw herself on the bed, spreading her legs and telling him to get naked and fuck her.

He hesitated and said he didn't have a condom. For a brief moment, Sylvia's words went through her head, but she was caught up and lust and wanted nothing to be between his cock and her cunt.

Her response was to open her legs, spread her cunt, stroke her clit and tell him to get naked and get to work. Darrin stripped down, crawled onto the bed, up along her body and plowed into her with surprising aggression.

She wrapped her thighs and arms around him, pulling him down into a hard kiss as he pounded into her the power and enthusiasm that had hooked her on young cock in the first place. Dana pumped her hips into him as much as she could while on her back, somehow managing to make missionary into a hard fuck.

Darrin was moaning and whimpering within two minutes, whether it had been awhile, or he was overwhelmed by who he was with, or just on hair trigger in general, she didn't care, she planned on going as many rounds as he was capable of.

He surprised her by pushing back, sliding from within her and making his way down the bed. He buried his face between her thighs and shoved his tongue into her with even more excitement than he'd exhibited fucking her.

He moaned as loud as she did as he noisily slurped on her cunt, his trembling hands pushing her thighs further apart as he attacked her pussy like a starving man would at a buffet. What he lacked in skill he made up for in sheer effort.

His tongue worked up and down the length of her slit, licking and exploring the pink flaps of her cunt, in between using his tongue to fuck her hot wet hole, and then teasing her clit with several licks and hard sucks.

His hands slid up her body to grab and fondle her breasts as his mouth now focused on her clit, his tongue flying across it in every direction possible amid sucking on it hard enough to make his lips smack.

Dana, who had been revved up for some time already, squirmed on the bed, moaning his name, telling him eat her fucking cunt, and begging him to make her come harder than her husband ever had in this room.

She came like an animal, her head thrown back, mouth open, and howling loud enough she was sure her neighbors could hear her through the open window. She'd clamped her thighs around Darrin's head and ground into his face, smearing herself sticky cunt all over his young face.

When her body had relaxed, she received another pleasant surprise when he rose to his knees, lifted her legs and jammed his cock into her still twitching twat. He gripped her behind her knees, pushing her legs back and fucking her with long hard strokes that had her yipping with pleasure.

She reached back, grabbing the headboard, and held on as he took her hard and fast, causing her tits to bounce and her eyes to roll back. She'd expected shy and nervous, but this kid was giving it to her fast, hard, and oh, so good!

He wasn't able to sustain it for long, and when he whipped his cock out, Dana slapped his hand away, and grabbing it, jacked him off all over her stomach. Some of his first thick white spurts managed to reach her tits, and she groaned in pleasure at the sheer size of his load, and the feeling of his warm sticky cum painting her heaving breasts and stomach.

When he had nothing left, Dana grabbed an old T-shirt hanging from the bed post she sometimes wore to bed, and after wiping the mess off her body, pushed him onto his back. She hopped off the bed, grabbed his camera and after handing it to him, declared it was show time.

And she was now putting on a show, sucking his cock slowly, then switching to rapidly deep throating him. The room filled with gagging and choking sounds as she drove her head down, impaling her mouth on his cock, which hadn't given a chance to deflate.

18, Jesus, he could probably get off a half dozen times!

"Glug, glug, glug," the noise came each time his head hit the back of her throat and her eyes watered from the effort of choking herself on his teenage dick. Darrin's hand was now shaking a bit, and his eyes were darting from the small screen on the camera to the real action between his legs.

Dana released him, a trail of slimy drool and spit, flying from her lips, and sliding up, swung her legs over her hips and sat on his cock. Darrin moaned as she bucked her hips, riding him fast and hard.

She grabbed his free hand, and placed on her clit, then groaned when he pressed his thumb to her clit and worked it in a circular motion. Dana leaned back, grabbing his ankles to brace herself and easing her legs up, braced her feet flat on the bed.

She used her legs to raise and lower herself on his cock and could just imagine how good it looked from the camera's angle. He whimpered beneath her, thrusting his hips as his cock was bent back and only able to partially penetrate her.

His thumb ground harder on her clit, and Dana, her eyes once again locked on the camera, rather than Darrin, felt her body gathering itself for a second orgasm. He was still playing with her tit, his fingers rolling her nipple, and she drove down harder, now working her hips n a circular motion.

"How's it look, baby? How does that big dick look in your favorite porn stars cunt? How'd it look in my slutty mouth? You liked me choking on you, didn't you? Liked making Dana Darling come in your face! Like fucking his wife in where he used to, don't you?"

Darrin's only responses were breathy 'yesses and "Oh, yeah," but she didn't care, her dirty talk was just edging her closer to...

"Oh fuck!" she squealed as the second orgasm erupted through her. She bucked her hips so wildly Darrin's cock flopped out, but he continued to work her clit. Dana let herself fall back on the bed, lying between his legs as her body spasmed from the electric shocks of pleasure shooting through her.

Once again, he waited until she slumped limply on the bed, before sitting up, once again grabbing her legs, and pounding into her now sloppy cunt. He continued to hold the camera, working it from her sweaty face and wide-open eyes and mouth down to her bouncing tits and finally to his glistening cock pistoning in and out of her pink slit.

"Don't forget my best angle!" Dana put her foot on his chest and pushed him back.

She rolled onto her knees, and lowering her face to the bed, put her ass in the air. She squealed in delight when he entered her in one long thrust.

"Keep that camera on me, baby," she turned her head, resting her hot flushed cheek on the cool sheet. "Film me face down and ass up, just like a good slut should be!"

Darrin, hammered into her, one hand on her ass, and she called out.

"You have that ass in the air, and you're not going to spank it?"

Darrin gave her a soft slap, and she snorted.

"You call that a slap? Stop being a boy and be a man and make me feel it!"

The next one sounded like a gunshot in the room and Dana's squeal wasn't for effect.

"Again! Other side too! Come on, baby! Spank your milf whore!"

She turned her gaze to the front and smiled as she saw them reflected in the mirror over her dresser. It faced the foot of the bed, and she was confronted by the sight of her with her ass up and Darrin behind her.

His lean body slicked in sweat as he pounded his cock into her, and his right hand now moving from one side of her ass to the other, dealing her sharp stinging slaps that were already leaving angry red handprints on her ass.

He still held the camera, and his eyes, with the glasses off her now a blazing electric blue as he was as caught up in lust as she was. Darrin looked up, and spotting the mirror, grinned and placed the camera on the edge of the bed, facing it.

He then grabbed Dana's hair, causing her to cry out when he pulled it back and resumed fucking her while now smiling at himself in the mirror.

"Looking good, baby!" she egged him on. "Look at you fucking a porn star, spanking my ass, cumming all over me, taking this professional whore for a wild ride! I'm still married," she stared hard into the mirror, her eyes smoldering. "You're fucking his wife, and doing it so much better than he ever..."

"Fuck!" Darrin gasped, and whipping his cock out, gripped it tightly.

Dana rolled over onto her back for him, and opening her mouth wagged her tongue. Darrin slid over on his knees, lowered his cock and released it.

The first long squirt splattered against her right cheek, the second caught her chin, but the next one went directly into her mouth. Dana pushed it out with her tongue, even as he sent more cum shooting between her lips.

Dana gripped his cock beneath his hand, guided him to her mouth and loudly slurped on his still spurting tip. Darrin moaned, his hips jerking as she cupped his balls with her free hand, rubbing them to make sure he drained them completely into her mouth.

"Oh, my fucking god!" he gasped, easing his cock from between her sticky lips.

"Don't miss this shot," she smiled and when he picked up the camera, blew a cum bubble between her lips, then slurped up the mess when it popped.

"Goddamn," he breathed as she swirled cum around her lips, then showed him the contents of her mouth before swallowing.

"Hmm, Dana meets a fan is in the books," she giggled and waved at the camera.

"That was un-fucking-believable!" Darrin fell back on the bed and laughed. "Man, no one would ever believe this!"

"Pictures or it didn't happen, right?" Dana leaned over, plucked the t-shirt from the floor and used the unsoiled end of the shirt to wipe off her face.

"Well, I have video," he told her.

"Hey, its still early." Dana slid up the bed, stretching out next to him, and resting her head on his shoulder. "How about we do a photo shoot?"

"Are you kidding?"

"I figure I'll give you some hot poses, you can take some pictures, and by then we can go another round. Sound good?"

"Sounds too good to be true."

"If it were?" Dana put her hand on his deflated cock. "This wouldn't be sticky, and I wouldn't have the taste of your cum in my mouth."

"Tell you what," Darrin whistled. "You're not one of those women pretending you like it, you're even wilder off set."

"But still on camera," she reached over and picked it up. "I love the camera, it loves me, and I love whoever's behind it," she snickered as she repeated her motto from a point in time Darrin hadn't been born yet.

"Then what are we waiting for?" he slid off the bed, and bringing the camera up to his eyes gestured for her to do something.

With a huge smile, Dana sat up on the bed, cupped her breasts, and offered them to him. The flash went off, and she lifted her right breast, lowering her head and licking her nipple. Another flash, and Dana dropped to the bed, stretching out on her stomach, and bending her legs while giving the camera a lusty look.

During that look, she noticed his cock twitching, already struggling to rise for her. She smiled and beckoned him to come closer.

The fun was just beginning.

Author's Note: Talk about life imitating art, right? If you're wondering what happens next and how this all wraps up, the good news you won't have long to wait. I'll be submitting the third and final installment a few days after this one goes live. Thanks for reading, LC68