Author: Knight
Title: Jonas
Part: 4
Summary: The saga of Jonas Randall, a man with an extraordinary gift.
Keywords: mF, teen, size

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   "So," Hannah said, crossing her legs, "you signed your first contract,
and shot your first films."

   "I did," Jonas said with a wry smile.  "They weren't, I'm the first to
admit, my finest work, but they earned me a certain notoriety in the
business."

   "They did," Hannah agreed with a nod.  "Tabitha Shrew still tells the
story of the first time she worked with you - the way she tells it, she
couldn't sit down for a week after you were done!"

   "Tabitha's a lying slut," Jonas said with an affectionate chuckle. 
"Fifteen minutes after we were done she was taking on three black guys who
were every bit as large as I am."

   Hannah laughed.  "And then, America - a strange career decision, for an
underage porn-star in great demand in England.  Why don't you tell me how
that happened?"

   Jonas smiled warmly, and she felt her heart flutter in her chest.  "I'd
be glad to," he said.

   * * * * *

   After Jane's party, I was a wreck.  I was angry with her, with myself,
with the world for bringing us together - and, of course, Matthias took
ruthless advantage of me, using me in every scene he could think of.  I
didn't care.  He was mostly shooting softcore stuff for the late-night TV
market at that point, and a night's work would consist of a half-hearted
blow-job from a girl who had either been in the industry for far too long
or not long enough, then a few grunts and moans for the benefit of the
camera.  The story of how I lost a measure of my innocence, along with my
on-set virginity, is neither interesting nor relevant.  I fucked twenty or
thirty girls in the month after we split up, and I never reached orgasm
once.  I was miserable.

   Matthias, however, always had an eye on the money: I'd fulfilled my
contractual obligations, and he signed me up with an American production
company based in LA.  They paid a tiny advance, which was even smaller once
Matthias had taken his cut, and I said goodbye to England without a second
thought.  He wanted to get me away from the English sex industry before I
lost interest - or before my path crossed with Jane's.  America was a new
beginning, or so I hoped.

   A week later, I arrived in LA exhausted and broke.  The production
company I had signed with were a hardcore outfit called Sweet Dreams, run
by a guy called Daniel Parker, and they had forwarded Matthias the address
of my first shoot, and the name of a hotel they had booked me into.  I took
a cab from LAX, and, an hour later, found myself on the kerb outside a
ramshackle building in a rough part of the city.  A faded sign on the
weather-worn brickwork confirmed that this was the place I would be
staying, at least until I got my first pay-check.

   My American dream was already turning into a nightmare.

   I dragged my bags into the foyer and signed the register, assured the
disinterested guy behind the desk that I didn't have any coke to sell him,
and climbed the stairs to the third floor, where I found a tiny,
dilapidated room with a view of the alley that ran alongside the hotel. 
There was a double bed that had seen better days, but the blankets were
clean and the only smell in the room was of stale air, rather than anything
more actively unpleasant.  I balanced my case on a rickety table and dug
through my meagre belongings until I found the bottle of whisky Matthias
had given me as a leaving present.  I pulled the cork and drank a mouthful
straight from the bottle, then collapsed onto the bed.  I couldn't sleep,
so I laid back, my hands behind my head, and thought about Jane until the
pale sunlight crept through the tattered drapes.

   The next morning, I hitched a ride across town the address Matthias had
given me: I was expecting a warehouse, or even a proper studio, but the
address was for a pleasant two-storey home in a quiet suburban street.  I
walked up the path, glancing around the well-tended garden, certain that
there had been a terrible mistake.  I was going to politely enquire if the
this house was the scene of a hardcore porn film, and I'd be chased down
the street by an angry home-owner, probably with a shotgun.

   I knocked hesitantly on the door, and the man who opened it fitted my
worst fear: a short, overweight guy in a cheap suit, who stared up at me as
if I was selling anthrax door-to-door.

   "Yeah?"

   "Uh -" I hesitated, terribly aware of how young and English I sounded.
"I'm sorry, I may have the wrong address, but my name is Jonas Randall -"

   "Jonas!" the man exclaimed, his face splitting into an ugly grin.  "Hi,
kid, I'm Daniel Parker.  Heard a lot about you - seen a lot too!"

   "Um - good, I'm glad -" I began, but he was already grabbing me by the
shoulder and hustling me into the building.

   "Listen, Jonas, we're running a little late today and we've got to get
some footage in the can or my distributors are going to rip off my cock and
fuck me with it, you know?"

   "Yes?" I answered hesitantly.

   "Great.  Carla's in - " He paused and turned around.  "Bobby, where the
fuck is Carla?  Room four!  She's in room four which is," he said, turning
me around and aiming me a door, "right through there.  Get acquainted.  We
start shooting in five minutes."

   I nodded mutely, and went through into the room he indicated.  It seemed
to be a rudimentary dressing room, with mirrors and make-up and a shower
stall in the corner.  The only person in the room was a young, tanned girl,
completely nude save for a pair of high heels, applying mascara in the
mirror.

   "Uh - Carla?" I said hesitantly, and the girl smiled at me in the
mirror.

   "You must be Jonas.  Hi.  Let me just finish up, and we can go fuck. 
You can leave your stuff on the table at the end, there."

   "My stuff?"

   She giggled.  "Your clothes," she explained, and I coloured.  "First
time, huh?"

   "No," I replied, then hesitated.  "Well, I mean - I've done films
before."

   "But not like this?  It's okay, hun, we do things differently out here.
C'mon, strip out of those clothes and we'll get on set.  I'll be gentle, I
promise!"

   Just for a moment, I considered refusing, but I really didn't have any
alternative.  This was just the same as I had done in England, except more
- graphic.  I had nothing to be nervous about.  I went to the table Carla
had indicated and unbuttoned my shirt.  My shoes and socks were next, and
then I stripped off my trousers, only leaving a pair of white cotton boxer
shorts.

   "You're in good shape," Carla commented, and I turned to see her
watching me with an interested, dispassionate gaze.

   "Thank you," I said politely.  "You too."

   "What, this?" She did a little pirouette, showing off her lithe, lissome
body, with her small, high breasts and womanly hips.  Her pubic hair was
trimmed into the shape of a love heart, I noticed, and she had a small blue
jewel glimmering in her navel.  She was, without a doubt, an attractive
woman.  "I think we'll have some fun, hun," she said with a wicked smile.
"But you'll have to leave those shorts behind."

   Emboldened by her flirting, I stripped my shorts off and revealed my
thick, semi-hard prick.  Carla's smile broadened considerably when she saw
it.  "Damn," she said.  "Come on - I don't think I can wait to get my hands
on that!"

   She took my hand, and I followed her out of the dressing room and along
the hall.  She pushed open another door.  "This is the set for today," she
said, indicating a round bed surrounded by cables and arcane electrical
equipment, illuminated by a pair of large floodlights.  "Did our glorious
fucking director tell you what we're doing?"

   "No - I mean, I don't know what the plan is."

   "Well, don't worry, it's pretty easy.  Just follow my lead, okay?"

   Daniel finished giving instructions to a pair of guys in jeans and
grungy flannel shirts, then turned to us.  "Ah, there you are!  C'mon,
guys, time is money.  Carla, our boy here should come with a safety warning
attached to his dick - you won't have any trouble taking it, will you?"

   Carla quirked an eyebrow.  "What do you think?"

   "Good girl!" Daniel chuckled, and steered us toward the bed.  "Well,
we've finished the set-up, cameras and sound are ready to go, so let's make
some magic!"

   Carla waited for the red light to go on above the cameras, then
playfully led me to the bed and sat down facing me, her pretty face at
groin-height, grasping the semi-erect flesh of my cock and rubbing it
generously against her lips.  I tried to remain cool and professional about
it, but she was remarkable - enthusiastic and wonderfully, thrillingly
wanton, it was only a matter of moments before she was slurping expertly on
the full length of my rigid cock.

   She continued for what seemed like hours, then, suddenly, got to her
feet and pushed me onto the bed, then straddled me smoothly and, without a
moment's hesitation, sank down the shaft of my cock until I was half-way
inside her.  She paused then, and squeezed her tits as she flexed her
pussy-muscles, waiting for her body to adapt to this new intrusion. 
Slowly, I squeezed more and more of my flesh inside her willing body -
another inch, then another, until her eyes had rolled back in her head and
her labia were stretched obscenely around the thick base of my
heavily-veined prick.  She was tight; far tighter, in truth that I had
expected, but once she had accepted my prodigious length, she began to rock
back and forth, each movement of her hips dragging a little more of my cock
from her sweet, wet hole, then plunging back down onto it with a sigh.

   Faster and harder; harder and faster.

   I groaned as she rode my dick like a seasoned professional, my hips
lifting to meet hers in an instinctive counterpoint that heightened our
desire.  I began to fuck her more urgently, feeling joy in the sexual act
for the first time since Since Jane.

   Fuck.

   My concentration was suddenly broken, and I felt my dick soften inside
Carla's wet pussy.  I couldn't believe it.  The only thing I was good at,
the only chance I had to finding a new life, and I was going to screw it up
because I couldn't keep my mind off Jane.  Carla was sure to notice, she
was certain to draw attention to it.  I struggled to maintain my erection,
but it was a losing battle - and then, suddenly, Carla paused.  I followed
her gaze, and saw Daniel coming out from behind the camera.

   "Good work!" he said enthusiastically, then brought his megaphone to his
lips.  "Okay, cut it and set for the anal!"

   "The what?" I stammered as Carla climbed off my dick, all thoughts of
Jane vanishing immediately.

   "Anal, darlin'," she said, brushing her hands through her hair, then
stroking my shaft with a gentle touch that sent the blood pounding through
my veins.  "Why, you don't want to fuck my ass?"

   "Can you - I mean, can you do that?" I said, gesturing unnecessarily at
the foot-long cock that was hardening between us once more.  She glanced at
it and grinned.

   "It's what I'm paid for, baby," she said.  "But thanks for worrying. 
Once you've had a guy's fist in there, you can pretty much take anything!"

   "A wha-" I blurted incredulously, but the rest of my question was
drowned out by a squeal of feedback from Daniel's megaphone.

   "Hey, Carla, babe, you need some lube or you ready to ride?"

   "The kid got me good an' wet, Danny, I'm ready when you are," she
replied with a brilliant smile, then turned her back on him and sneered,
"you fucking jack-ass." Without hesitation, she leaned over the bed, which
was so low to the ground that she was essentially touching her toes.  She
wiggled her ass at me.  I blinked, unsure of what was expected of me, and
apparently my hesitation was too much for Daniel's patience.

   "C'mon, kid, time is money, and I need some anal!  Either get that
fuckstick jammed up her ass, or I'll give her a strap-on and she can do
you! Move it!"

   I stepped forward, and took hold of Carla's womanly hips, jabbing the
end of my cock against her puckered asshole.  She moaned at the touch, then
reached back and spread her cheeks wide apart for me, her red fingernails
clawing at the soft pillowy flesh.  "Oh, baby, push it into me!" she
whispered, and I responded - the thick, slippery tip of my dick pushed
against the hole, pressing firmly, and nothing happened.  I pushed harder,
gritting my teeth against the discomfort as my rock-hard dick started to
bend - and then, suddenly, Carla twitched her hips, her asshole gaped, and
I stumbled forward as I sank into her to the root and my fat balls slapped
hard against her wet cunt.

   She screamed so hard I thought someone call the police, and then there
was silence.  "Fucking hell," I heard someone mutter in an awed tone. 
Carla was breathing hard beneath me, her body trembling, my enormous dick
buried deep inside her ass, the pressure on my cock so unbearably intense
that it brought tears to my eyes.  I pushed against her hips and tried to
withdraw, but she was holding me too tightly.  "Don't," she hissed, here
eyes tightly closed.  "Don't fucking - ah, don't fucking move!"

   "I have to -" I whispered back, and she grunted, flexing her muscles and
squeezing my cock even more tightly than before.

   "Don't," she snarled.  "Fucking.  Move."

   I didn't know what to do - the vice-like grip of her asshole prevented
my cock from softening, and, if anything, she was getting tighter.  I must
have been buried incredibly deep within her - so deep, in fact, that I
began to get concerned for her wellbeing when she still didn't move.  Then,
slowly, she began to push back against me, swallowing every inch of my cock
and still demanding more.  I couldn't believe it - the erotic urgency of
this girl's movements spurred me on, and my cock throbbed and jerked within
her.  Soon, she was sliding backwards and forwards on four or five inches
of hard, thick dick, panting with each thrust - her ass was too tight, too
achingly tight on my cock for me to truly enjoy the sensation of fucking
her, but a beautiful girl pleasuring herself on your penis is still a
wonderfully arousing sight.

   She rode me harder, and deeper, pushing back hard against my cock then
relaxing her muscles and letting me withdraw, before slamming back against
me - soon my whole length was vanishing into her ass with each hot, urgent
thrust, and her body was shaking and trembling at the scale of the
intrusion - and then, suddenly, she slipped off my aching dick and dropped
to her knees, wrapping her lips salaciously around the head of my cock and
slurping on it like it was a giant lollipop.  I groaned and felt the rising
heat of my orgasm, the first since I had fucked Jane over a month ago - and
then, suddenly, I was there, and an unbelievable torrent of jism surged
from my dick.  Carla swallowed once, but there was too much for her to hold
in her mouth - she dragged my oozing cock down across her pert titties
while the hot mouthful of cum slipped past her lips and dripped down onto
her chest.  I rocked on my heels, gasping at the intensity of the orgasm,
loving the feeling of emptying my over-full balls on this wonderful,
beguiling woman.

   A last, shuddering surge of cum splashed onto her breasts, and Carla
leaned back from me, releasing my cock and licking her cum-covered lips
lasciviously.  The camera-man, who I had all but forgotten about during our
performance, moved past me to get a final close-up on her, then Daniel
thumbed the switch on his megaphone.  "Okay, Carla, great work, baby! 
Jonas, go get cleaned up, you're done for today.  Get Stephanie set up for
the wet scene!" he called to the runners, who promptly dashed from the
room.

   "The wet scene?" I asked, sitting down heavily on the bed, exhausted.

   "Steph's going to wash your cum off my tits with her piss," Carla
explained, and I must have looked shocked, because she laughed and stroked
my cheek affectionately.  "It's just a thing they like to do for this
series.  Don't worry, darlin', it's better to get pissed on than pissed
off!"

   With that, she got to her feet, tied a loose robe around her waist,
careful to preserve the glistening ropes of cum I had splashed across her
tits, and wandered off in pursuit of her next co-star.

   I slumped back on the bed, closing my eyes for a moment, wondering what
kind of world I had ended up in.  I thought of Jane, and I thought of home
- and then I had to move, because the props guys wanted to strip the bed
and set up for the next scene.  I found a robe and put it on, then went off
and showered.  Feeling somewhat more human again, I went in search of a cup
of coffee before facing the long journey back to the hotel.  I ventured out
into the hallway, and saw some activity around another door - I peeked past
the camera crew and my mouth fell open.  In the room beyond, Carla was
laying back in an ornate bath-tub while a beautiful asian girl straddled
her and unleashed a furious stream of golden piss that splashed over
Carla's breasts and made her giggle like a school-girl.  I shook my head.
It was one shock too many, and it was definitely time to leave.

   Much later that evening, after a journey across the city that was more
educational than enjoyable, I was laying on my bed, hands behind my head in
my usual position, when there was a sudden knock on the door.  I jumped to
my feet, still unsure of myself in this strange, alien city.  Who could be
visiting me this late at night?

   I opened the door hesitantly, not knowing what to expect.  In the dark
hallway stood Carla.

   "Hi," I said.  "What - uh, how are you?"

   "I'm fine, darlin'.  You left without your cheque this afternoon.  That
cunt-rag Daniel was going to mail it to you, but I know what these places
are like, so I offered to bring it round."

   "Oh," I said, taking the slim envelope from her hand and opening it.  I
blinked.  "There must be some mistake," I said slowly.

   Carla peeked over the slip and frowned.  "No, that right - it's only a
one-scene rate, remember, you'll do better when you get a title film."

   "But this is a fortune," I protested.  "I thought - well, I thought I'd
get peanuts!"

   "You're a gifted guy, Jonas - you're hung like a fuckin' stallion, you
did me better than any guy I've had in a long while, you didn't even go
soft when I worked over your dick with my ass, and you cum like a fucking
fire-hose.  You're a hell of a performer.  The company realises that, even
if they treat you like shit.  You could write your own contract out here,
darlin' - they're just paying you the going rate."

   "Okay," I said hesitantly.  I could afford a better hotel, that was for
damn sure.  Maybe some new clothes, too "So, are you going to invite me in,
or do I have to suck you off right here in the hallway?" Carla asked with a
wicked grin, and I blushed.

   "No - no, I mean, come in, please." I pushed the door open wider and let
her glide past me.  "It's a rat hole, but mi rat hole es tu rat hole."

   Carla laughed.  "You're funny.  You're not like most of the actors I
know."

   "Well, I'm not really an actor, I'm just - I don't know.  A prop, I
suppose."

   "More like a special effect, if you ask me." She slipped off her coat
and sat on the edge of the bed, which sagged dangerously beneath her.  "I
was disappointed you didn't stick around after our scene.  I almost
suggested to the director you joined the wet scene."

   "Not really my thing," I said casually, fetching a pair of chipped mugs
from a cupboard and pulling the cork from the bottle of whisky I had saved
from the night before.  I splashed some of the scotch into one of the mugs
and handed it to her.  She sipped and sighed happily, then tilted her head
to one side.  "You ever done it?"

   "Peed on someone?"

   "Or had them do it to you."

   "No, never," I said, taking a sip.

   "It's fun.  Maybe we should give it a try sometime?"

   I smiled, a little embarrassed by her forthright nature.  "Maybe," I
said.  "But not tonight."

   "Oh, no," she agreed eagerly.  "Tonight we're just going to fuck."

   I laughed.  "Oh, are we?"

   "I come to your crime-scene hotel, you invite me into your dank little
room and ply me with cheap scotch - darling, we'd better fuck, because this
is reminding me of my first date." She leaned forward and kissed me, her
lips hot and welcome.  Soon we were tearing the clothes from each others
bodies, desperate for the hot touch of flesh-on-flesh.  I eagerly went to
work on her breasts and nipples with my eager mouth, sucking hard on the
tender young buds in a way that made her claw at my back in desire.

   Soon we were naked, and I knelt between her thighs and pushed the
immense length of my cock into her slippery, welcoming pussy in one single,
long, smooth movement.  She clawed at the bed and drew a long, shuddering
breath.

   "Hun, you're fucking wonderful - how did you get a cock like that?  You
fuck me any deeper and I'll be able to taste it!"

   "Do you - do you want me to fuck your ass?" I asked hesitantly, and she
laughed.

   "Only the set, honey - why, d'you wanna do it?"

   "Not really," I confessed, and she lifted herself up on to her elbows
and kissed me.

   "Then don't," she said affectionately.  "What we did today was business.
This - this is just us, okay?  You're a man, I'm a woman: let's just have
some fun, okay?"

   Her reassurance relaxed me enormously, and I began to fuck her with real
enthusiasm.  She responded beautifully, more gentle and loving than I had
feared she would be - the casual, professional porn-star facade she wore
through the day had been cast aside, and she sighed and moaned beneath me
like a girl with a new toy.

   We reached orgasm together, and I collapsed beside her and wrapped her
up in my arms.  She trembled with the last echoes of ecstasy as I stroked
her hair, and all too soon, we fell asleep.

   When I awoke, it was morning.  Carla was gone, the only sign of her
presence in my humble room a large, emphatic lipstick-heart on my mirror -
and, underneath, the words, "Who's Jane?  You talk in your sleep!  Carla."

   I climbed out of bed and opened the curtains, and immediately decided
that the first order of business was to cash my cheque for the first film,
book into a better hotel, and then see a little of the city before my
second shoot.

   I smiled.  It was tough not to.  Perhaps things were going to work out
after all.

   * * * * *

   Hannah sighed happily.  "This is wonderful," she said, then blushed
fetchingly.  "For the interview, I mean.  People are going to love it."

   "I hope so," Jonas said gravely.  "I'd been lucky so far - stupid and
immature and careless and blind, but lucky.  And I even stayed lucky for a
while longer, but in the end it ran out.  It always runs out."

   "What happened?"

   "I made a mistake; I was too damn proud, and it almost cost me my life."

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