5 comments/ 63310 views/ 24 favorites Lawyer to the (Porn) Stars: Natasha By: fittucker87 (Author's Note: I know parody is protected by Flynt vs. blah, blah, blah, but I've left off the last names of the girls in these continuing stories. These are all "present time" web flames of mine, but can't hold a candle to the Traceys, Tamaras, Victorias, Keishas and Christys of my youth. Maybe I'll do a retro version sometime. The astute porn surfers will figure out pretty easily who the girls are, but if you don't, or prefer your own imagination, insert whomever in your vision. I welcome any and all feedback. Enjoy.) Hello again and welcome back to the non-stop party that is my life. It's me, your old buddy Rod. Rod Steele. Since we last spoke, my life has been one long, continuous orgy. I have been fucking all day, all night, trying to keep up with Sara's work mates (sigh). Ok, that's not entirely true. Ok, that's not at all true, in fact. Sara did take some of my business cards with her as she left my office modeling my personal batch of face moisturizer (see previous story) and did pass them around to the girls, but in the three weeks since she did, I've only been laid once. And that was Sara herself. She was getting her contract for her new career updated and I guess took some pity on me. Even the new moves she had picked up in the business weren't enough to offset the jaded look in her eyes as I pounded into her. Afterwards, we chatted awkwardly and she left, promising to keep in touch. That night at the club, Todd the bartender told me she had quit, saying her burgeoning movie career was taking off. I went so far as to call her the next day, catching her on set, if I deduced the sounds in the background correctly. "Hello?" "Hey Sara, its Rod." "Oh, hey Rod. What's up?" I could tell from the tone in her voice she regretted picking up the call, but I pressed forward. "Just wanted to say hi, see if there was anything you needed, make sure they're treating you alright and all." I could hear someone call her name in the background. "Fine, I'm fine Rod. Listen, can I call you back?" "Sure, I...," but with a wet smack into the phone, she was gone and that was three days ago. So, here I sit, right back where I started. I grossed maybe $100 doing the two contracts for Sara, hoping it would lead to more lucrative work. Ok and maybe some free pussy on the side, but first and foremost, I practice to make money. A guy's got to eat and smoke. I stub out my cigarette and throw a twenty down on the bar for Todd as the DJ announces, "And now dancing on center stage..." I tune it out and start for the door. "Hey Rod," Todd calls. "Gone so soon?" It's a week night, the crowd thin and I think I'm the only one that wasn't nursing their second beer down to the suds. "Yeah, just tired. See you later Todd." He raises a hand as I negotiate the dim room, wave at a few of the working girls and fist bump the huge bouncer Leroy. "Goin' get wet Rod," he rumbles. "What? Shit." I open the door to reveal the sheets of rain washing over the parking lot. "Great, just what I need." Leroy chuckles as the door shuts and I grab my keys and sprint to my early model P.O.S. Shivering at the chill of the rain, I crank the car, pop the headlights and reveal the figure on the landing to the club I had missed when I exited. From the distance, it looks like a kid. Hunched over, thin windbreaker over their head and a backpack slung over their shoulder. I realize it must be Natasha. She was waitressing tonight and had left about fifteen minutes ago, after waving shyly to Todd and myself. I roll forward and get her attention through my cracked passenger side window. "Hey! Natasha? You need a ride?" "No, thank you. I'm fine," she says, but then pauses and leans forward to peer at me. "Oh, hey Rod, I didn't know who that was. I thought it was a customer trolling for something." "No, just old Rod trolling," I laugh. "Come on, get in, you're getting soaked." I can see her hesitate, but then common sense wins out and she runs over and jumps into the car as I open the door from the inside. With a spray of rain, she plops into the seat and slams the door. Dropping the soaked backpack in the floor, she turns and smiles at me. "Wow, it's really raining out there. Thanks for stopping. I had called for a taxi, but they never showed." I pull out of the parking lot and turn onto the one way access road. I glance over at my passenger as she pulls on her soaked clothing that has stuck to her wet skin. Natasha has been working at the club for about two months now and I know her well enough to say hey, but that's about it. She's been waiting tables during that time, not doing any dancing yet, but from what I've seen of her in the tight fitting cocktail outfits the wait staff wears, she definitely has the looks and body for it. Tiny, only about 5' on a good day, she has shiny black hair that extends just past her shoulder blades and a very fair complexion. She has small features to match her frame, a little nose and ears and delicate hands that for some reason I've noticed as she's brought me beers. Her best attribute would have to be her startling blue eyes. They seem to leap out at you from her face, given her complexion and the impossibly long eyelashes that frame them. And since this tale will definitely center around them later, I would be remiss if I did not mention her boobs. I had occasion to see them in the flesh a couple of weeks ago. I was in the back, being a regular and all, and thought I was going into the club manager's office, but opened the dressing room door. Natasha was in there, changing before her shift and in the brief moment she turned to me before covering herself, I was astounded by the size of the tits she had on her tiny body. Mind you, were not talking the overdone volleyball stripper boobs here. These were real and definitely spectacular, a handful and a half each, sloping sexily down onto her chest. The areoles were about three inches across and capped by lovely upturned pink nipples. She squealed and covered them with her hands, squashing them between her fingers. As she turned I noticed her little bubble butt split by the blue thong before I excused myself, apologizing profusely. Tonight, however, she looked like a drowned rat and I reached into the back seat, handing her a roll of paper towels. She thanked me and began to sop the rain from her skin and top. "So, where to 'mlady?" It was at that point that I realized that all of the wetness on her face was not just from the rain. She stifled a sob, but I could see tears roll down her cheeks. "Hey, hey, what's wrong Natasha?" Wiping the back of her hand across her face, she sniffled and looked at me, smiling slightly, but with eyes already red from crying. "I'm sorry Rod. I'm ok, it's just that...that..." She swallowed down another sob. "I don't have anywhere to go!" Oh hell, here we go, I thought. Between big honks into the paper towels and the sniffles, Natasha told me that she still lived with her parents, having graduated high school six months ago. She had turned eighteen right before getting the job at the club and figured waitressing at a strip joint would be good for tips, allowing her to save money for her own place. She hadn't told her parents where she was working, but apparently a patron recognized her and had anonymously called her parents. Why some people can't mind their own fucking business is beyond me sometimes. Her dad had promptly shit a brick and thrown her out, despite her pleading and assurances that she wasn't stripping, only waiting tables. She had spent the last two nights in a flea bag motel just down the strip know for its hourly rates, but with two days until pay day, she was tapped out. I asked her if she had a girlfriend from school she could call or someone from the club she could crash with. Her sobs came faster as she explained that she had only moved to the area a few months before graduation and hadn't made any real friends during her employment. She sat quietly, almost shrinking into the seat beside me. I mentally cursed myself for what I was about to do, but still opened my mouth just the same. "Well, you could crash at my place tonight. I have a pull out sleeper sofa." She blew another honker into the paper towel and shook her head. "Oh, thanks Rod, but I couldn't ask you to do that...." The way she trailed off, I could tell that with a little more encouraging, she'd seize the invite with both hands. So again, over the nagging "this is not a good fucking idea" in my head, I said, "No, no, it wouldn't be a problem. I've got room. You can crash tonight and either patch things up with the folks or rope some other sucker tomorrow." She laughed a little bit at that. "Look, worse case scenario, you camp out 'til payday." She looked at me with those big, wet blue eyes shining with gratitude and I congratulated myself on my suckerness. "Thanks, I mean really Rod. I promise I won't get in your way. You won't even notice I'm there!" Fat chance of that, I think. It's been a while since I've had anybody shacking up with me, even on a platonic level. The odds of me not noticing a woman that looks like Natasha under my own roof are nonexistent. We drive in silence for a while, before pulling up in front of my humble abode. The garage door opener is broken, like a lot of things in my life, so we make a run for it, the rain pelting us and re-soaking what had dried in the drive over. Once inside, I drop my keys on the coffee table and point out the bathroom to Natasha. "You'll find towels and such in there. Sorry, my toiletries selection is probably not up to snuff." Natasha laughs and walks towards the door. Right as she's about to close the door, I call to her, "Natasha?" She pokes her head back out. "Yeah, Rod?" Embarrassed at what I'm about to say, I jam my hands into my wet slacks and look down. "Hey, I hate to ask, but I really don't know you, I mean, your name's probably not Natasha, right?" She opens the door more and leans against the door frame. I can see a change in her eyes, but she tosses her wet hair back and looks back at me. "What do you want my name to be?" I throw my head back and laugh, shocking her. She smiles hesitantly as I cough my way (damn cigarettes) through the best laugh I've had in a while. "No, no, nothing like that. Look we're just friends and I'm doing you a favor. Hell, you're young enough to be my daughter. It's just that, well hell, in today's climes you can't be too careful. How old are you again?" At this she smiles and opens her backpack, pulling out her ID which she hands to me. I look at it. Her name isn't anywhere close to Natasha, but I could care less. The thing I'm interested in is making sure she's 18 before I let her crash here. My intentions are honorable, but you can never be too careful. Sure enough, she turned 18 over 6 months ago. I hand the card back and apologize. She smiles with that sweet girl next door look she has and says, "No problem, I understand." We stand there for a second before I turn away. "Um, don't let me hold you up. Are you fixed ok for clothes?" She shrugs and glances at her soaked knapsack. "I think so..." "Here," I say and extend my hand, "Let me run 'em through the dryer at least." Natasha's eyes appear like they're getting moist again as she whispers, "Thanks so much Rod. This is the nicest anyone has been to me in a long time." I shrug and give her my best aw shucks look. "Taint nuthin' ma'am. You hungry? Chinese ok?" Her eyes light up. "Yummy, my fave, but I don't have any..." "Money, I know. My treat." She smiles and shuts the door behind her. I pull out my cell and dial the local Chinese delivery place. Fifteen minutes later, the soaking wet delivery boy is paid and I'm unpacking the containers from the paper bag. I hear the bathroom door open. I call over my shoulder, "Your clothes aren't quite done yet. I..." I look over my shoulder and see that she has found something to wear, such as it is. "I found a T-shirt of yours in there. I hope it's ok," she says. I'm a big guy, 6'3", so the T-shirt she found is large enough to cover most of her, extending down to mid-thigh. However, the humidity of the shower and her moist skin conspire against my eyes, causing the cotton material to cling to her ass and tits. I can't help myself, staring at the twin mounds on her chest, the nipples protruding slightly against the fabric. She notices my look and she self-consciously pulls the shirt away from her body, but it promptly seals itself back. I attempt to defuse the uncomfortable moment. "Well, all grown up aren't we?" "Sorry, I..." I wave my hand dismissively and turn back to the food like it's no big deal, but my Johnson has perked up and I can feel it thickening in my pants. "Have a seat on the couch. I'll be just a minute." I luckily find two clean cups and a bottle of wine I was saving for who knows what reason. "You're not going to turn me in for contributing to the delinquency of a minor if we drink this, are you?" She laughs from the couch. "No, a drink sounds nice right now, thanks." I bring over the plates and containers and pour the wine while she spoons out portions. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the shift of her big tits underneath the shirt. Shit Rod. What have you gone and done now? You've got a homeless wanna be stripper/cocktail waitress wearing nothing but a T-shirt camped out on your couch! The opportunist in me is saying that a chance like this doesn't come around very often, but that nagging side that realizes the pitfalls inherent to the situation is winning out. I flip on the idiot box and we lose ourselves in some mindless reality drivel while we eat. The food is long gone and I've just drained the last of the wine when I notice Natasha stifling a yawn behind her hand. "Yeah, me too," I say as she laughs. "Let me get you some blankets and sheets." I get up and go to the closet. When I turn back, my eyes are filled with Natasha bending over the couch and wrestling the sleeper out. The T-shirt has slid up her smooth thighs, revealing the bottom moons of her shapely buttocks. Before she can turn and notice my gawking, I drop the items and head for the dryer to get her something to wear underneath my shirt. My self-control can't take much more of this. By the time I return however, Natasha has made the bed and is snuggled in. She looks to be asleep, her raven hair covering the pillow, so I put her clothes on the armchair, turn off the light and go to the bathroom for my own shower. By the time I come out, I'm hoping she is fast asleep, as I didn't bring anything to put on into the bath with me. I risk a naked dash to my room and shut the door quietly behind me, flipping on the light. I almost yell in surprise when I see Natasha sit up on the bed, her eyes wide. I look around and reflexively cover myself with the only thing near to hand, an old ash tray luckily containing only a few butts. The butts and ashes fall to the floor, but I have my cock blocker. "Natasha! What the hell are you doing in here?" She doesn't answer, her eyes glued to the ceramic ash tray. I look down and realize there's still a bit of my old poker hanging out. I shift it down, but only succeed in exposing the base of my cock. I move my hand to help out. "Wow, I can see why they call you Rod," Natasha whispers. Ok, so I'm hung, so sue me. I'm blushing from head to toe at this point. "Well, I didn't think I would have any company," I stammer. "Is the couch not ok?" Look, I'm not that dense, but I don't want to assume here. Natasha finally looks away from my crotch and I can see the embarrassment on her face as well. "It's just that...you've been so nice to me Rod...and I thought that...well..." I sigh, but my conscience won't let me pursue this further. "Look Natasha, you are definitely a very sexy girl, but I can't let you cheapen yourself like this." Wuss. "We're friends and friends do favors, but not that kind of favor." She won't meet my eyes, so I press on. "Tell you what, after you get yourself settled, if you still want a ride on the Rod Express, I might consent to let you." This gets me a smile and she hops off the bed, those big tits a bouncing under the T shirt. With a glance at my still inadequate cock cover, she stands on tip toes and chastely kisses my cheek. Chaste it might be, but those stiff nipples that brushed against my abdomen are anything but. "Thanks Rod. Thanks for being a friend." With that, she's out the door and I remove the tray and look at my dusty, gray, half-hard cock. "You need another bath," I mutter, but I only go over, throw back the sheets and collapse, visions of the nubile minx in the next room haunting my sleep. The next morning, I ensure that I am well steeled for what might greet me after exiting my room. I made sure to get completely dressed, but in her sleep, Natasha has rolled from under the covers, the T-shirt riding up, and I am treated to a tantalizing view of her pussy. It's covered in wispy brown hair and as her leg is cocked to the side, I can see most of her labia peeking out at me. I make a bee line for the coffee pot and try to make as much noise as possible, hoping that she'll find her dried clothes and spare me any further torture. As I'm pouring my first cup, I sense her behind me and turn. She's rubbing the sleep from her eyes and extends her arms over her head stretching. I start to avert my eyes, but see that she's found her panties. Seeing the look on my face, she smiles sleepily. "Found my panties. Thanks." "No, thank you. For finding your panties and all." She laughs and thanks me as I hand her my cup before pouring myself another. "So, what's on the agenda for today, boss?" "Boss?" I ask, perplexed. She nods her head, her blue eyes peering at me over the rim of the coffee cup. "I'm going to work with you today. Surely there's something I can do in your office. Filing or what not." I'm impressed. "First of all, it's Rod, not Shirley, and second of all, you don't have to do that." She shakes her head. "No, I want to. Since you wouldn't let me thank you last night," her blue eyes twinkle as I blush, "The least I can do is help out in your office." As I start to shake my head she presses her case. "C'mon Rod, please? I'll be a big help, I promise." I wilt under the pressure of those big baby blue eyes staring at me. "Ok. Hurry up and get dressed. We'll get breakfast on the way." She gleefully claps her hands and goes to get dressed, thankfully entering the bathroom first. Ten minutes later, we're on our way out. We stop off at the corner fast food joint and get a couple of artery clogging breakfast sandwiches and pull up at my office five minutes later. Upon entering the small anteroom and surveying the multiple boxes stacked all around, I realize that Natasha has her work cut out for her. I've got several years worth of filing that I had been putting off. I line her out and go into my office, first pouring a cup of joe and sitting down to check email. For once, I've got a couple that aren't trying to sell me male enhancements. It seems that the porn producers that I had dealt with when negotiating Sara's contracts are reaching out to me in search of talent. While I'm not sure that adding pimp to my Yellow Pages ad is in my best interest, I'm not averse to new ways to earn money and since I do know quite a bit of strippers, this might be the easiest fees I've collected in sometime. I call them up and schedule an appointment for later this morning. An hour or so later, I print out the documents I had been working on, put them in my soft side briefcase and head for the door. Natasha is knee deep in storage boxes and I'm impressed with what she's accomplished so far. "C'mon girl Friday. Let's roll," I say extending a hand to help her up. It's clear from the way the front of her shirt bounces as she stands up that she's not wearing a bra. I try to focus on her face. Lawyer to the (Porn) Stars: Natasha "Where to boss?" she says, following me out the door. "You know Sara, right? From the club?" She nods her head and I proceed to fill her in on what Sara's been doing since she left the club and my role in it. We ride in silence for a few minutes and I can tell she's digesting the information. Then the questions start. "So, Rod, she must be making good money if she quit at the club, huh?" Uh oh, I think. I can already tell where this line of questioning might lead. "Well, I don't presume to know what kind of money Sara was making dancing, but given the figures I saw, there are definitely less lucrative ways to make money." Natasha sits quietly for a few more miles. "Think I could do something like that, Rod?" I sigh. "Natasha, that's something you need to decide on your own. Porn is definitely a chew 'em up and spit 'em out line of work. You sure you're up for something like that?" She shrugs. "I guess so. I mean, I like to fuck and all. I guess I'm just wondering if I have what it takes. Would they be interested in me?" I think back to the glimpses of her goodies I've seen in the last 12 hours. "Natasha, honey, you definitely have what it takes in the looks department, but this is a hard job, excuse the pun. These guys are pretty rough on women." We're pulling up in the parking lot of a non-descript office building where the producer's office is. I shut off the engine and Natasha looks over at me, reaching for the door handle. "That's why I'm glad my first scene will be with you," she says then exits the car, heading for the building. I sit there stunned for a moment, my eyes watching her twitching ass as she walks away. I hastily get out of the car and scramble to catch up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Me? No ma'am. You can do this if you want to, you're a big girl, but there's no way I'm going on camera!" She doesn't respond and I continue to protest all the way to the door, where her knock is answered almost immediately by a twenty something guy in a backwards ball cap. "Hey," he says his eyes roaming over Natasha before focusing on me. "You must be Rod and you must be...?" "Natasha," she says, shaking his outstretched hand. "Of course you are. I'm Brent." He grins at me, "Wow, you really work fast, don't you?" I start to protest, but he ushers us into the cluttered office, clearing off two chairs in front of the metal desk. Natasha sits primly in one, but I'm frozen in place as Trent walks around and sits at his desk. Natasha looks over at me and mouths, "Sit down." I walk numbly over and sit beside her, my briefcase clutched to my chest. "So, Natasha," Brent says, leaning back and interlocking his fingers behind his head. "I guess you know what we do here, right?" She nods her head. "So what are you interested in doing? Solo, girl/girl, girl/boy, what?" "What ever pays the best," she says. Brent laughs, but I can only force a smile. Surely she's not serious, I think. Maybe I can talk her out of this before she signs anything. I open my briefcase and rifle through it. Her next statement brings me up short though. "For today, let's just stick with me and Rod." The color drains from my face as Brent's eyebrows shoot up. "You and Rod? Well, darling, I don't know what you and Rod have, but we have our own male models you'll be working with and..." She's shaking her head. "Maybe some other time Brent. Today it's Rod." Brent is shaking his head now. "Look, no offense Rod, but my guys are pros and the market calls for...well...calls for a certain class of individual let's say. I'm not sure that Rod will measure up." Natasha glances my way before looking back and leaning towards Brent, whispering conspiratorially. "He's got the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life!" "Be that as it may be Natasha, I'm not going to potentially waste soundstage time on your assessment alone." Whew, I think, off the hook. "Well, how about here?" she says. "That looks like a camera on the shelf behind you. What are we waiting for? Call this a screen test, just as long as I get paid." Brent is considering this as I struggle to protest despite my sudden cotton mouth. "Sure, what the fuck?" Brent says and turns to get the CCD camera from behind him. "Wait!" I almost yell, startling them both. "I can't, I'm not...I'm not going on camera. No way!" Brent looks at us before Natasha stands and leans over to me, whispering. "Please Rod! I really need the money!" I'm shaking my head. "Natasha, if it's the money, I'll loan you some. Please don't put me in this situation!" Brent is powering up the camera. "We can shoot it POV style. No one will know it's you that way." Natasha's blue eyes light up as she can tell I'm considering this. "See? C'mon Rod! Do it for me?" I sigh heavily and she can tell she's got me, her big smile lighting up her face. "If there's anyway I'm identified, I will sue you for everything you own or may own in your life," I say, pointing a shaky finger at Brent. "Trust me," he says. "From the angles I shoot, even your ex-lovers won't be able to tell it's you. Just keep your mouth shut. Oh, and I'm not paying you." "Fine. What's the rate for Natasha?" He considers this for a minute. "No overhead so I'll go two large." Natasha's eyes get big as I pull out a blank contract and fill in the appropriate information and hand her the pen. "I get 10% Natasha." She's nodding her head as she signs where I point. I can see a sheen of perspiration on her upper lip. She's more nervous than she is letting on. I stick the signed contract in front of Brent who scribbles his signature as well. Reexamining the contract, I stuff it into my bag, satisfied that all the t's are crossed. "Okay, what do we do?" Brent comes around and tells Natasha to kneel in front of me. As she does, I can feel myself thicken in my pants, the prospects of what is about to happen finally sinking in. Now I know there are those that are going to call bullshit on my laissez-faire attitude towards my first porno, but hey, Natasha is a nice kid in a tight spot and if I can help her out by putting myself in her tight spot, so much the better. "Rod, you just sit there. Don't say anything. Natasha, how are you with role play?" "I do some phone sex work on the side, so ok I guess." "Ok," Brent says as I mouth "Really?" at Natasha. She just smiles and nods. "Natasha, here's what I want you to do. Pretend Rod is interviewing you for a job. You're desperate and will do anything to get hired. Got it?" Natasha nods, her suddenly devilish eyes glittering. "Ok. Whenever you're ready." Brent is standing just behind me, the camera practically rest on my shoulder. Thankfully it has one of those rotating screens, so he's not bent down beside me. Natasha looks at me and licks those full red lips before speaking. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, I'll do anything if you'll just give me a chance! Please, isn't there some job I can do for you that will change your mind?" She pauses a beat and cocks her head to the side, the devilish glint in her eyes now matched by a devilish smirk. "I know, how about a blow job?" She pauses again. "My tits? You want to see my tits? Ok, Mr. Johnson. I hope you're a tit man, 'cause I've got the cutest set of big tits you've ever laid your eyes on!" With that, Natasha sits back on her heels, reaches down and without buildup or fan fare, pulls her shirt over her head, exposing her large, natural mounds to my, Brent's and the camera's eager eyes. She shakes out her long, black hair, sending the orbs sloshing and colliding together deliciously. Seeing the stupefied look on my face, she smiles and gathers them into her hands, lifting and squeezing them, her already hard nipples protruding forward. She bends her head down and nastily licks each nipple in turn. "I can tell you like them Bob. Can I call you Bob? Good, you can squeeze 'em if you want to..." As I reach forward, I hear Brent whispering behind me, "She's a fucking natural!" Her skin is smooth and soft beneath my fingertips. I trail them over the pebbly areolas and tweak her stiff nipples, getting a soft sigh from Natasha for my troubles. "Ooooh, that's it Bob, pinch my nipples!" I tweak them again and she presses her chest forward into my hands. I palm and grope the soft jugs, molding them to my hand and allowing them to spring and fall back onto her chest. This goes on for several moments as Natasha coos and sighs before me. My Mr. Johnson is snaking its way down my pants leg incrementally and then direction comes from behind me. "Take him out," Brent whispers to Natasha. She doesn't even blink or break eye contact with me. She begins to run her hands up and down my thighs. "Would it be forward of me to ask to suck your cock, Bob? I'd like to show you how hard I can work." I am captivated at the sight of this sexy kitten kneeled down before me, her hands already busy with my belt and pants. "Suck me beautiful," I croak, forgetting my vow of silence. Natasha smiles widely at this as she can tell I'm caught up in the moment. She folds back the opening of my slacks and inserts her warm little hand into the opening of my boxers. Her eyes widen and her mouth ovals. "Ooooh! What do we have here? Mmmm, from the feel of it, that is one serious hunk of sausage. Let's give it some air!" As she's pulling me through the opening, I'm astounded in the transformation of Natasha from the shy teen to this aggressive cock pleaser. Just goes to show you can't always judge a book by its cover, though the cover in this case...aw hell, you get my drift! With a final yank, Natasha had pulled my rigid pole into the open and is waving it back in forth of her round eyes. "Oh, Mr. Johnson! I had no idea you'd be this big! I don't know how I'm ever going to fit you into my mouth, much less my little pussy!" My cock gives a lurch at the thought of either exciting possibility. Natasha is now stroking my hardness tenderly, skimming her hand up and down the thick shaft. She pulls a glistening droplet of cum to the tip and licks her lips at the sight. She leans forward, extending her wet, pink tongue. I hold my breath as she teases the drop from the head and sucks it into her mouth. She moans low in her throat and then with a whimper, plugs the broad knob into her mouth. Her mouth is warm, wet and inviting, her tongue wiggling along the underside as she bobs her head back and forth, sucking hard. I release my pent up breath as does the third party in the room, Brent. I hope he's a professional, I think. The last thing I need is to feel his boner poking me in the back. He shifts the camera angle down to capture the action. Natasha's eyes are closed tightly, her hand twisting and jacking the portion of my thick cock not plugged into her mouth. She's humming as she sucks, sending delightful vibrations along my root. I reach down and stroke the swinging black hair in front of me. She opens her eyes and looks at me, grinning around the thick cock sawing between her red lips. She pulls back with a smack. "You like that Bob? I told you I was good. Do you need more proof or am I hired? Maybe I should suck you 'til you shoot a big load of your nasty spunk right down my cocksucking throat. Would you like that? Mmmmm, I bet you would!" I lean forward and palm her tits, now swinging in time as she plunges her mouth back and forth on me. I gather them together and pull my hips back, slotting my pole between them. Natasha takes over for me, squishing the big globes around my shaft. She lowers her head and spits between them, the wet glob impacting my thrusting head on an upstroke. As I pull back, the saliva coats the valley of her tits, lubricating our tit fuck. It's obvious that this isn't Natasha's first rodeo, as she expertly shucks her boobs up and down my pole. She takes long strokes, the head disappearing at the top before she plunges down to the base, the soft globes squishing against my crotch. The sensation is heavenly, soft, warm and comforting. I begin to thrust back against her and we establish a brisk rhythm between us. "Fuck my big soft titties boss," Natasha murmurs before dropping her head to lick at the protruding helmet. She drools additional saliva between her tits and speeds her tit strokes, taking the tip into her wet mouth on each upstroke. We are both working up a sweat and it's getting difficult for her to maintain a grip on her slippery tits around my shaft. I can feel a deep rumbling in my nuts and wonder if I can hold off long enough to give Brent enough footage. Suddenly I realize the camera is gone and Brent is stepping back. "Ok, you two take a breather," Brent instructs. Whew! I was getting to the point of no return and welcome the chance to catch a second wind. Natasha pulls back from me and sits back on her heels. We look at each other for an uncomfortable moment and then burst out laughing, my long cock waggling between us. Brent hands us each a bottle of water. As I sip, I'm amazed at how composed Natasha is, just sitting there matter of fatly, her tits out, her saliva and my precum shining on them. "I'd ask if you were still ok with this Natasha," I say. "But you've taken to this like a duck to water!" She giggles. "This is so much fun Rod! I only hope I'm as relaxed with others." She takes a sip of water and eyes my still rigid dick. "And your cock is really big by the way." "Stop, I'm blushing!" I reply. Brent has apparently finished whatever settings he needed and comes around to us. "Ok. Here's what's going to happen. We'll pick up where we left off. Editing will fix any gaps. Once we have another 30 seconds or so of tit fucking, I want Natasha to stand up, take off your shorts and panties and mount Rod in a reverse cowgirl. This will allow me to capture her without showing your face. Fuck like that for a while and when you're ready Rod, you can get down doggy-style." He looks at Natasha. "Are you good to go for a facial?" She smiles and nods and any flagging in my cock disappears. "Ok, good. When Rod is ready, you spin around and take it on your face." He gets back behind me and lines up the camera. "Ready when you all are." Natasha starts to wrap her tits back around me, but I notice that our lubrication is gone. "Uh, Rod? Do you have any lube around?" I ask. "No need," Natasha says and pops my pole in her mouth. She sucks me voraciously, plunging her mouth back and forth. Half of my wide pole disappears into her mouth on each stroke. She pulls back, spits onto my cock and then between her tits smearing the saliva around with each of her hands. Natasha then nuzzles me back between her big tits and starts bouncing again. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, your cock feels so good between my tits!" A slight sucking sound serves as a soundtrack to the tasty looking tit fuck. Her tits ripple and shake at the passage of my big log. "Do you want to fuck me now?" she asks sweetly, cocking her head and nibbling at her bottom lip. I uselessly nod my head. "Good, 'cause I've got a scratch deep inside me and this big dick is the perfect size to scratch it!" Natasha stands and bends down, lowering her shorts and white cotton panties. Her big wobblers dangle and swing as she kicks the clothing to the side. She stands back up and begins to stroke her fingers over her nicely trimmed muff. "You like the look of my little pussy, boss? I can't wait to feel you stretch it!" She's now plunging two fingers rapidly in and out of her juicing hole. "Ooooo, I'm so wet!" She removes her fingers and then sucks her juices off them, the camera following her lewd movements. "Want a taste?" I nod my head vigorously. I'd like to drink from the source, but there'd be no way to hide my face. Natasha goes back to the well and then offers her fingers to me. I greedily suck her tangy sweetness from her fingers. Maybe I'll get the chance later, I hope. After her fingers are sucked dry, Natasha turns slowly and bends at the waist, exposing her nether regions. Her legs are toned and smooth, leading up to her rounded ass, which she spreads with both hands. Above her pussy, I can see her winking brown eye. That's something else I'd like to try later as well. She runs her manicured fingers through her glistening labia, spreading them to expose the little hole. I'm pointing my pole forward and the discrepancy in sizes makes me wonder how she's going to fit all of that in there. I can't wait to see! Natasha reaches back and takes me into her hand. She runs the broad knob back and forth in her slit, bathing it in juice. Satisfied that she's lubed and ready, she fits me into the tight hole and begins to lower herself. My hands grip her soft hips of their own volition and help to steady her as she has placed both hands flat down on the floor. "Oooooh, Bob! You're a big boy aren't you?" She's pumping her sweet ass up and down, taking more and more of my mighty shaft with each stroke. The fit is tight and hot, every inch of her pussy walls clinging and squeezing me. She tosses her long hair about and looks back over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes smoldering. "Fuck me, fuck me good, boss!" I give her a sharp smack on a cheek and she hisses air between her full lips. "That's it boss man! Spank my ass and call me Nancy!" Both Brent and I have to fight back a chuckle. The timid little girl has blossomed in front of the camera. She's tossing her hips rapidly up and down on me, our flesh smacking together wetly. Natasha's dirty talk has deteriorated into a series of grunts and groans. I'm steadily spanking that ass and helping her maintain her pace on my pole. She grunts loudly and takes me balls deep, grinding her juicy pussy around me. I can feel the gush of juices around me, dripping out and coating my sack. "I'm cuuuuuummmmming! Oh, you sweet man! Fuck me, fuck me harder!" Natasha has now reached down between us and is tugging on my swinging balls. The end is not far off and I know I may not get a chance at her again, so I abruptly push her off me and clamp my fingers around the base of my cock to stave off my orgasm. From the floor, Natasha looks around wildly, but once she sees the grimace on my face and my death grip on my tool she realizes my predicament. I'm running baseball statistics, credit card bills and picturing every fat chick I know to calm myself down. Even keeping my eyes open exposes me to Natasha's lush curves, so I clench my eyes shut. Within moments, the worst has passed and I blow out a deep breath, opening my eyes. Natasha is grinning up at me and Brent pats me on the shoulder. "Ok there Rod?" he asks. I nod my head and take a drink of water. "She almost got the best of you!" he laughs. "Well, get your wits about you. I think I've got enough footage, so when we're ready, you can go for broke." I nod my head. Natasha sits up and comes forward, wrapping her arms around my neck. I can feel the scratch of her nipples on my shirt as she leans forward and kisses me, at first tenderly, then with more passion. Our tongues slide against each other before she pulls back. "Thanks for the cum Rod! That was unexpected, but nice!" "Unexpected? Did you doubt my abilities?" She giggles sweetly. "No, not at all. I just didn't think I'd be able to get off with the camera and all." "You're a natural Natasha," I say, relishing the smile on her face at the compliment. "Keep your head about you and you can make a lot of money at this." "First thing is to keep you around to 'advise' me," she says. I shake my head. "This is my last time in front of the camera, sweetie. From now on, I'll confine myself to the paperwork." I look over and can tell that Brent is getting impatient. "You ready?" Natasha nods her head. "Let's do this." She gets down on all fours and I slip down behind her. Brent comes around and positions himself to catch the action. Lawyer to the (Porn) Stars: Natasha "Ready when you are," he says. I palm and rub her upturned butt cheeks, then smack my cock against each one in turn. "Ooooo, you're a nasty one, aren't you?" Natasha coos. "What are you waiting for? Put that big thing in my sweet pussy!" I pull back and position the wide knob at her entrance. I then give her a sharp smack on the bottom. This gets her moving, first pumping back and taking me halfway in, then out and almost off, before pushing back again, deeper each time. In no time flat, I'm balls deep again in her deliciously tight and wet pussy. I lean forward and reach underneath her to hold her big melons as they swing to and fro. Her hard nipples are burning holes in my palms as I cradle their sweet weight. Natasha is grinding and tossing back at me, alleviating any need on my part to move. This allows me to sit back and enjoy the view of her jiggling butt and my wet pole thrusting into her. As much as I'd like for this to go on all day, her sugary walls won't allow it. I can feel the first lurch in my balls and pull out. Natasha immediately spins around on all fours and positions her face in front of my twitching pole. Before I can reach over, she's wrapped her hand around my root and jacks it rapidly. As her long, pink tongue extends, my balls clench and I roar with pleasure. Long, sticky ropes leap from my flaring cock slit, caroming off her cheeks, nose and forehead. One or two manage to land on her tongue and she eagerly devours them. I'm shaking with pleasure as she pops me into her mouth and sucks tenderly. After she's sure she's gotten all I have to give, she pulls her mouth off with a pop. "So, when do I start?" "And...cut!" Towels are produced for each of us (hey, this is a first class operation) and high fives are exchanged. Brent is eager to get the footage to the editor, so after promising to messenger the check to my office, Natasha and I take our leave. I offer to buy her lunch, but a quick glance at the clock tells her that she needs to be at the club for her swing shift. Nary has a word passed between us on the ride over and I'm second guessing my decision, despite the warm glow I'm enjoying. When I pull up in front of the club, Natasha thanks me for the ride and starts to get out. She turns back and sits down. "Rod?" "Yeah?" "I hope you don't think less of me after that...." I blow out a sigh of relief. I had been afraid that she was freaked out by the whole thing and somehow blamed me for my participation. "Far from it, Natasha. You're a big girl and you can do what you want with that sexy body. I'm here to help in anyway I can." She smiles and leans over to kiss my cheek. "Thanks Rod. Dinner tonight?" "Sure, I'll pick you up when you get off. Eight?" She nods and smiles and then is gone, bouncing through the club door. I wave at Leroy and pull away, heading to the office. True to Brent's word, Natasha's check arrives later that afternoon. I pocket it and head over to the club, eager to share it with her. Once I arrive, Leroy informs me that Natasha left early, complaining of a headache. I get back in the car and start for home, wondering where she might have gotten off to. I throw my keys onto the coffee table and head for the bedroom. Entering and turning on the light, my heart almost jumps out of my chest as Natasha and a busty redheaded stranger sit up in my bed. "Sorry for the surprise Rod. We found your spare key and let ourselves in. I got bored and Rebecca offered to eat my pussy for me while we waited. I hope you don't mind." In response, I reach down, unzip myself and pull out my half hard cock. I take the folded check and drape it over my shaft. The girls look down at it and lick their lips. "I hope that's what I think it is," Natasha whispers. "That's a big dick!" Rebecca offers helpfully, her blue/green eyes sparkling. At this, Natasha and I laugh, before the two busty goddesses crawl off the bed and head my way. (To be continued? Please let me know. Any and all feedback, comments and ideas are welcome. For me at least, that's why I write, to see if what I find exciting does the same to others. Thanks!)