EroticReverie

Winter Woods

Inside the studio we're all getting ready as the crew sets up. Bear is getting dressed in a full on Santa suit as Carrie who is playing "Mrs Clause" gets into her slutty Mrs. Clause Costume and I get dressed in my slutty elf costume. 

Bear looks over as the crew member Jenny stands in front of me, lacing up the front of my corset. I give him a wink , his santa bear is pulls down and I see a little blush in his cheeks. He watches Jenny's hands as they finish cincing the latex like corset at the front. I twa bright Christmas green, with a black belt around the waist. The hips had extra fabric handing down the sides making it look almost like a skirt, except for the fact there was no fabric in the front , just my green panties. 

He watches as Jenny helps me ease the red and white candy cane striped latex thigh highs up my legs. I place my hand on the table as her and another girl work on making them even. Sure they'd roll done once I was getting rocked around the fucking Christmas tree by the fucking yule log sized cock in Bear Bellamy's pants, but there was no reason not to start the scene looking put together. 

If you were to only look at Bear Bellamy and know nothing about, you'd probably think he was bound to be a fucking asshole. Then man was so good looking you would think he just had to be an entitled prick used to getting everything he wants, because of pretty privilege. 

He's six foot five , built like he spends every day in the gym. He has the perfect amount of chest hair. His thick short dark beard, matches the thick touseled hair on his head. He may be thirty, but he hasnt aged at a single fucking day since he was eighteen. I've seen his older work, as well as his new work. The man had a boyish charm to him even know, when you looked at him. How he could look like a fucking lumberjack and still emit that adorable naivety of a young man, I had no clue. But it always has my panties soaked whenever I see him on the screen. Several women talk the tale of Bear Bellamy. How he's the best at what he does. 

In the industry there's plenty on men that are trash. Men that don't know it's a fucking job, and dont respect their co stars. Men that dont pay attention to their costars. I understood it was just a job, and alot of the pleasure was sometimes exagerrated...okay...most of the time in high budget porn it was exagerrated. Sometimes...poorly exagerrated. I could always tell when the women were faking it. But when I watched Bear Bellamy on screen? Not a single woman had to fake it. 

Those long dark lashes...those kind, sweet brown eyes...the way he fucking looks at women...the way he's looking at me right now....i'd drop to my knees and devote the rest of my life to sucking him off just for being so god damn attractive. But it was his personality that made him endearing and charming. Bear Bellamy is known as the "golden retriever" of the industry. He's friendly, happy, gets along with anyone and everyone. He's sweet and it shows in his work. How attentive he is, how he keeps his eyes more on the womans face than anything else, smiling at them while inside of them, whispering secret words into their ears that the mics overhead don't pick up. Bear could make a filthy scene romantic, he could have his giant dick in a girls ass, railing her, all the while praising her and kissing on her shoulder and the back of her head , burying himself inside her. My thighs push together, his eyes dropping to my thighs and I bite my newly painted cherry red lips.

Needless to say, I'd seen a lot of Bear Bellamy, before I even entered the industry. I'd never admit it, but I definitely had a thing for him. He was my introduction to porn. When young Winter Woods got curious and discovered the perverse part of the internet. Bear Bellamy was the first male porn star I ever became entranced by. He took up a lot of favorited pages on my internet browser on my laptop that I had to password protect so my parents never saw what a little horny bitch their teenage daughter was. I'd fucked pillows, the end of my hair brush, a vibrating toothbrush and many other things while watching Bear's big dick , and his wicked tongue pleasure women. 

For the first time , I was truly nervous. Sure I'd had big dicks, but Bear's was ...known for it's thickness. His length was above average too, but the mans dick was to thick, it had me honestly questioning how it ever fit inside of women. 

Im handind my green elf hat with a little jingle bell on the end to match the the jingle bells on the sides of my "skirt" at the ends. 

Jenny helps me slip on the platform boot heels that secure around my ankle. It would make me three inches taller, bringing me to five eleven , compared to Bear's six foot five. Not that the height mattered, because it never does laying down, or ontop riding. 

After I'm all dressed up , I walk over to where Bear is, full dressed in his Santa suit and the crew checks lighting and sound and adds last minute props to the set, moving things around, and rechecking sound, etc. 

"hey" I say with a little smile. 

"Hey" he says, looking at me, and my nipples tighten in my corset. Those damn eyes. Jesus. 

"I think I might be nervous." I admit and his brow lifts. 

"You? I'm shaking in my Santa boots." he huffs and I let out a little laugh. 

"Why are YOU nervous? You've been doing this for over a decade." I say as I stand there in front of him. 

"Yeah well....YOU make me nervous." he says.

"Me?" I nearly squeak. "How do I make you nervous? I'm not scary." 

"no....you're fucking beautiful" he says and I feel my cheeks flush and I licks my lips. 

"all your costars are beauti-"

"Not like you." he says before I finish, and she shakes his head. 

"Sorry, I dont want you to be uncomfortable." he says. 

"I'm not." I smile softly. 

"You're sweet." I say. "As sweet as they all say you are." 

"Is this why they all can't get enough screen time with Bear Bellamy, you shower them with the best kind of flattery and those brown eyes" I ask. 

He shakes his head. "I don't get star struck. You have struck me. Striked me? Stricken me?" he says and I give a little laugh. 

"You're insane" I say shaking my head. 

His hand drops and I drop my eyes, watching him grab the side of the little skirt, playing with the ends of it. 

"Can I be unprofessional for a second?" he whispers, looking around, my eyes shift around too and I look back to him and then nod. My tits heaving with each deep breath I take. He leans his head slightly forward, bringing it to the side of my head. 

"You drive me fucking crazy." he whispers. 

My one hand lifts, pressing to the soft red velvet of the santa suit. 

"I'm fucking dying to be inside of you." he says, his voice dropping and I feel my thighs push together as I moan softly, my cunt aching as I draw my head back and look up at him. 

"sorry" he says. "but I am...I cant wait to look in those sexy fucking blue eyes of yours while im inside of you." 

I bite my lip and he looks at my mouth. 

"I already know the second the shoot is over...i'm going to be dying for the next time i get to be inside of you" he says and I exhale.

"Shit" I breathe and he slide his hand to my hip, dipping his mouth to my ear. 

"I know im going to want to take you back to the hotel...lay you down and fuck you without a single camera in the room...just you and me..." he whispers and I moan and nod. 

"yeah" I agree and he groans quietly. 

"I'm glad my first time inside of you will be on camera.....so i can watch it back...over...and over.." he says and I moan and nod. 

"What do you mean the sound isnt working?" a crew member asks. 

"Well, get the back up...that......no....that cant be the only one....check the.....god damnit" a huff of frustration comes. 

I look over my shoulder and then back to Bear and our eyes  stay on one another for several seconds, minutes maybe.

"Alright...well....let them go back to the hotel..or wherever...we'll call back everyone when it gets here" Jamie growls to himself, cursing and tossing his head set to the directors chair. 

He walks over to us, I step back. Jamie looks at Bear. 

"cant get the mics to work...one is ddown, the other is all fucking static...were sending  Jim to the other studio to pick up replacements." he says and Bear nods and then Jamie looks at me. 

"Sorry Winter" he says and I shake my head. 

"It's fine" I smile politely. "It happens." 

He sighs. "Keep your phones on, but you're free to head back to the hotel, or wherever for now" he waves his hand in the air and then goes to tell the other actors the same thing. 

I look to Bear and his brow lifts in a silent question.

"your room or mine Bear?" I ask.