This is a story of two adults (Both over the ages of 21 years) who were parted at birth, and fated to meet up again in the seedy world of Pornography.
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Peter Garrett was the image of what everyone pictures a Californian Beach boy to be. At 27 years of age, he stood 6' 2" tall, his blond hair surmounting a deeply tanned body, muscle toned from daily gym workouts. He was strikingly handsome, with piercing bright blue eyes, strong white teeth and a devastating smile. Peter didn't have to look for girls, they flocked to his side but, very few found their way to his bed. He didn't need them, Peter was a porn star, a very, very successful porn star, probably the most famous of all the West coast actors. It wasn't just his looks that got him into the movie business, he could act, but most of all, he could perform.
He acted under the name of 'Dick Longhorn' and had been nicknamed, 'The Bucket' after his ability to produce prodigious amounts of semen time after time, exactly when needed. It was true that his seven-inch equipment was not as long as your run of the mill porn star, but his girth was huge. Even he could not get his hand around his staff when fully erect.
His female co-stars adored acting with him and swore he was the only man who could actually cause them to have genuine orgasms during their film shoots, whilst either filling or painting them with his cum.
Peter's Father, Robert, had served in the marines in Europe and on discharge had built up a very successful engineering company, whilst his Step- Mother had been a loving, caring homemaker. Despite living the American dream, Peter's life was not complete. He had a sibling, somewhere.
At aged 18 years, his father had taken him aside and told him about the woman, Rebecca he had shared his life with back in England whilst serving with the U.S. Forces. How they had met, fallen for each other and within weeks, she had been pregnant with Peter. Her own family had been kept a secret from him, for some reason, Peter's mother was not prepared to divulge. As the imminent end of his father's tour of duty came around, it placed a great strain on the relationship and as it drew closer, the relationship broke down.
His mother never told his father why she let him take their baby Peter home to the USA. His father knew she undoubtedly loved Peter and was distraught at their parting, but still would not explain herself.
It was two years later that Peter's father met his step mother and eventually marriage followed. She showered him with as much love as if he was her own son, more so since discovering she could not have children of her own. She had even insisted that his father try to find his natural mother in order to keep her abreast of the happenings in her son's life. Alas, despite the use of an English Detective agency, he had been unable to do so. It seemed that the information she had given him about her own life had been less than factual, he had had a 30 month affair with an enigma.
Roberta Laing was a stunningly beautiful English Rose. At 25 years of age, her tall, athletic body stood 5' 10" tall with full, heavy 36C breasts, a 26" waist and 38" hips at the centre of which sat the most perfect shaved pussy. At its pinnacle sat the lair of probably the largest Clitoris even seen in the porn world. When fully engorged, it stood proudly two and a half inches long and as thick as her thumb. A few of her girlfriends had claimed full sexual satisfaction after she had used it to fuck them to orgasm.
Roberta's pale white complexion was emphasised by her warm red cheeks and framed by her lustrous long black hair falling to her shoulders. Her inviting and sensuous lips glistened wetly and cried out to be kissed as her deep brown eyes drew you in. Truly, Roberta had the face of an Angel, a dark, sensuous and erotic angel who deserved her place as one of Britain's top porn stars. An unusual occupation for a product of a senior ecclesiastical English family. Her acting ability was second to none, she could fuck with the best of them and on the few occasions when she herself had actually had an orgasm, she gushed like a Texas oil well. Her background was no secret, she made it clear that her career had been her own choice and so should not reflect on any other members of her family. This made her the Darling of the English press who eagerly followed and reported on all her movements.
Despite her chosen profession, Roberta was the darling of the 'Chelsea set'. She was seen in all the right places, with all the right people. Her life was a total success and appeared to be complete. However, Roberta did not see it that way, she had a missing brother. She had always known that her father had been an American serviceman and that she had an elder brother who had gone to the USA with his father. Her mother, Galicia, had told her that she would fully explain the circumstances to her when she felt she was ready, but alas, her mother had passed away with a terminal illness before she able to do so.
The shrill ring of the telephone startled Roberta as she sat at the breakfast bar drinking her coffee. The screen clearly showed it was from her Agent, Bill Cotton who was never in the habit of making early calls. She reached for the phone. "Hello Bill, what brings you calling so early?"
"Roberta, I need you down at my office as soon as you are able. It's big, it's bigger than big, it's a game changer."
"Rob, you are going to love it, see you soon."
True to her word, within the hour, Roberta glided into Bill's office and was quickly ushered through by his secretary.
"Now Bill, what's all the excitement about."
"Wait for this, you know Peter Garrett?"
"Bill, everyone who's anyone in our business knows Peter Garrett. What about him?"
"They want to pair you up, you and Peter in a big budget movie. The two biggest porn stars in the business, Miss UK meet Mr USA ".
"Well it certainly sounds good, tell me more about the 'Big Budget'."
Bill explained that he had been contacted by Peter Garrett's agent wanting to set up the deal. He had major financial backing from clients eager to set up the ultimate showdown between herself and Peter. They wanted her to fly out to Los Angeles and shoot the film there. It was big budget and was going to put 'Deep Throat' to shame when it came to receipts. "Rob, once you crack the USA market, the world is your oyster."
"Sounds good, let's do it.
A fortnight later, Rob and her make-up artist, Bella, found themselves being driven down the access road to 'El Diablo' ranch complex. Not a ranch in every sense of the word, this ranch consisted of a cutting-edge film studio, built to produce nothing but pornography on a scale to take the breath away.
Rob's car slid to a halt outside the entrance to the main building where they were greeted by a tall good looking elderly man. His skin was weather beaten, darkened by the sun and his teeth were the whitest she had ever seen. Taking her soft hand in his, he gave it a gentle squeeze and said, "Pleased to meet you Roberta, I'm David, the CEO of this outfit. I have looked forward to meeting you for quite some time now. I have followed your career and must say that I would give my right arm to have you under contract."
"Well David," Roberta replied. "It seems to me you now do have me under contract, at least for this film."
After directing staff to take her baggage and escort her friend to their rooms, he took Roberta by the elbow steered her through the lobby to a large air conditioned office overlooking an immaculately manicured garden.
Roberta gasped as the cold air hit her and felt her nipples swell and stiffen in response to the change in climate. She was still amazed at just how long and stiff her nipples could get. Once fully aroused, they stood an inch and a half in length and were stiff as hard wood. They were incredibly sensitive and had often given her the most mind bending nipple orgasms. Her nipples had also been responsible for reducing many of her fellow actresses to quivering jelly on the occasions that nipple confrontations had taken place as part of 'Sex fight' shoot. Although not her speciality, she had never been beaten when called upon to match them up against a rival. Her breasts too were tight and muscular, soft to the touch but still a tight firm base for each of her stiff nipples. She had often been accused of having had enhancement but this was not the case, her incredibly firm breasts rode high on her chest without any sag and they were all 100% Roberta's.
Directing her to a seat, David returned to his desk and calling his Secretary, informed her that they were not to be disturbed.
