Chapter 3 - Sex Scene: We'll Do It, LIVE!

Gene's back arched as Eric brought his cock into her, using her jiggling breasts as hand holds as he lifted her back up. His cock was slick and wet from just one stroke. But looking down, he couldn't see his cock for her ass. The thick meaty booty pressed up against his chest and rode his shirt up as it jiggled. Gene squirmed in his grip, trying to bring her ass back down around his cock, the head of it teasing the entrance to her drooling quim. 

"Come, ON." She groaned, "Don't stop no-whoa!" She hollered as he brought her down again, One hand let go of her breast, but it was didn't rock free under his arm. Eric reached up and across her chest to grab her shoulder and force her down, hard, on his cock. Her breast was squeezed between his flexing arm and she curled her toes as his cock knocked hard against her womb. "YES!" She threw her head back, and Eric cocked his head so his chin wasn't bashed by the sudden move and he lifted her up as he rose to his knees.

His thrusts were short but deep, and though her feet touched the ground, Gene could barely hold herself up. He wasn't holding back and each heavy slap of her bouncing ass against his abs echoed oddly in the room. The sound was clear, but didn't linger. Oh right, all this recording equipment, she probably found a way to echo'proof the room.

He turned his hips and moved the hand on his shoulder to Gene's head. "Wha, What are you doing?" Slowly he pulled with the arm on his body while the hand on her head cupped and pulled her hair out of the way. He turned her with his other hand and soon she was facing him, her back on the modified table. She looked and saw that he'd made sure her hair didnt get caught in the fan. "Oh."  Then he started fucking her harder.

Her moans and yelps were short as he fucked straight into her her breasts heaving back and forth once he took both her legs and hands and changed up his strokes to quick, deep, thrusts and long, slow pulls that angled the head of his cock against the top of her cunt and teased a tight patch of muscles just beyond her entrance. 

"OH FUCK!" She was barely able to vocalize that in between grunts and moans and, after Eric had really started slamming his cock into her, mewls of desperate pleasure. He kept the pace, fucking her and thrusting deep as her body shook and gripped around him. "Oh, yeah. DEEPER!" Eric narrowed his eyes as she seemed to grow used to this pace, and changed it up again. He rolled her onto her side and, with his knees on the edge of the table, fucked her harder and deeper just like she'd asked. He'd kicked off his pants at some point 

 "YUSH!" Through gritted teeth, sweat sticky hair clinging to her forehead, Gene's legs and arms curled up, trying too pull him closer as one hooked over his shoulder and another around his waist.  "How?" She managed once she adapted to the latest position. "How come you haven't come yet?" He'd slowed enough that she'd managed to ask a full question.

"I did just go a double round with Maz," Eric didn't add he'd finished one of the electrolyte drinks while the big busty builder was dozing. Eric wasn't tempted to look into any of the cameras. "So I guess you're just going to have to endure it." He took hold of her by under her arms and rocked back, pulling her onto his cock. "Hold on." 

It was an order and she gripped with legs around his hips and arms around his neck as he stood and fucked her, letting gravity bring her down as he pumped upwards. She hung for just half seconds before slamming right back down on his dick and her eyes were wide from the shock of it. When he'd fucked Maz he'd held to one or two poses and let nature take its course.

But he kept changing things up and she wasn't sure how to take it. She settled on slamming her lips against his mouth and holding on for dear life as he fucked her harder and deeper, until she felt his cock swell inside her. 

"It's here!" She cried out and Eric realized she must be talking toward one of the cameras. "This fucking crazy cock is finally ready to cum!" She cheered as she redoubled her efforts. "Hold on, what's the best angle for this?" Suddenly now she was worried about angles, or had she set all these up so that he'd been in the 'sweet spot' from at least one camera.

"Tighten your legs." Eric ordered, as he saw a camera from an angle he though he could use. Gene didn't argue, but bit her lip and tightened up her legs as he reached up and pulled her arms from around his neck. Slowly, still fucking her and still getting closer to that overbuilt release, he lowered her until she was rocking on his cock, almost upside down, her breasts knocking against her face.  The look of flustered, flushed and fucked on Gene's face, along with the view of her breasts, taut stomach and spreading entrance to her sex set him off. "Here it comes!" He growled as his body tightened up.

"Oh FUCK!" Gene howled and she came with his cock, but her legs lost grip and she almost slide off. However Eric pulled her upwards, bottoming out in her cunt as he came raw deep into her. "YES!" She howled and the two savored in the bliss. Eric slowly started to crouch and once her legs touched the floor, he eased out of Gene. "My fan's are gonna love you."

"Fans?" Eric blinked. "But I thought you said,"

"Oh yeah, this show is just the floor." She smiled, and ran her feet across his chest, pushing up his shirt. She stopped as she felt the first scar and he winced. "Oh?" With a dainty foot she pulled the shirt partially up, then back down again. "I'm sorry, I didn't. Holy fuck." She peeked again. "How are you fucking so hard like this?" She blinked.

"Work through the pain, Love what you do, Endorphines feel good?" He ticked off reasons. "Didn't you notice from the feed?" He looked up at the picture of him and Maz going at it, looking again, with the lights low, the angle and the off focus; his bruises didn't show. "Huh."

"Might have to wait on your debut," She sighed. "Unless..." She winked at one of the cameras and Eric wondered which of the women she was winking at. Eric exhaled and started to really feel the night wear on him. 

"And here I thought we'd just be getting high and watching old movies, after what your card said." He flinched, not sure what she'd said on her first card. Gene didn't bat an eye.

"Yeah, well, after Maz gloated by feeding us that chat, I figured I should at least get mine in before you zonked out for the night." She rolled onto her stomach and padded around to Eric's cock, which was only slightly flaccid at this point. "Damn, farm living is looking good right now." She licked her lips then started to clean his cock. She moaned and fingered herself, mixing his seed and her own cum together, then shuddered as Eric reached over and started helping, adding his thick fingers to her dainty digits, finger fucking her to an afterglow orgasm.

Eric's cock was left clean and semi-erect, but he felt spent, all the same. He exhaled in exhaustion and Gene gave him a quick kiss before jumping to her feet and skipping off the to the kitchen. Realizing he wasn't really alone, with all the cameras still going, he felt very self-conscious, and yet a little thrilled. His cock rose a few more inches despite his exhaustion.

"Wow, little weird, siting like this." He said, once he noticed a stand that was actually a microphone pointed at him. "But um. If all you ladies would have some patience with me. I'm not 100% just yet so, um." He scratched the back of his messy hair. "Thanks for the welcome. It's great to be here." He looked around for a screen or something to maybe see if there was any incoming messages from the 'private show', but Gene came back.

It wasn't that the tray of party favors, More of that brass can beer and a few other 'treats', didn't get his attention, it was that she'd quickly donned a ruffly black skirt that didn't even cover to the lips of her dripping pussy, and what looked like a lingerie version of a maid uniform. She also had a pillow under her arm.

"Let's just relax a bit then, huh?" she suggested, then pointed to her ear, and focusing, Eric saw a tiny little ear piece. "The floor figures you're out of it so it's movie night. Ever watch that old Riff podcast?"

"I prefer the 'Movie Night' show, less censored," He smiled. She shrugged and set down the tray before sitting down in Eric's lap. "Oh fuck you." He groaned as she hugged his cock between her thighs.  She tucked the large pillow behind him, pressing her breasts against his chest as she did so. Then she reached over to pick up a can of beer, opened it and, with both hands lifted the can to Eric's lips so he could drink without so much as raising a hand.

He took a swig, and was surprised at the sightly different flavor. It was more of an IPA and as he relaxed against the table and pillow, Gene picked up a remote and started playing up a queue. Eric settled in and found a much more comfortable posture. Gene nestled in against him as she continued to serve him drinks, and he began to reward her with slow, gentle, fingerings. 