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Porn Star

By: No Panty Girl



I was pretty naïve fucking without protection. I had started doing porn on a video website with my brother Chad. Chad always used a condom as it enabled him to go longer with me.

For a fee spectators could direct the action between us, telling us what to do to please them. They could direct the positions that my brother screwed me in as well as instructing him to fuck me in the ass or for me to give him head. 

I did not want to go on the pill as they had caused problems when I tried them. A diaphragm was too troublesome so I depended solely on condoms. 

Eventually I got an offer to go to California to be a fluffer for director Adam Glasser (a.k.a. Seymore Butts) producer of much of the gonzo sex videos coming out of the Silicone Valley. 

A "fluffer" does not star in videos but is responsible for keeping the male performers hard so they can perform. She does this by sucking their cocks while she is nude. Aside from the performers on camera the fluffer is the only one nude on the set. Between servicing performers the fluffer is expected to give blowjobs to the rest of the crew.

Six hours of sucking cocks was hard work. The performers were not bad, I just had to suck them until they were hard enough to jam it in the slut on camera but the crew wanted me to suck them until the cum. I would either get facials or swallow their loads. My jaws were sore and my stomach churning after a day's shoot.

I had been working for about a week at a grand a week when Adam called me into his office.

He said he had watched me working and liked what he saw. He offered me a chance to go on camera. Of course Adam wanted to fuck me there on the couch in his office.

Dutifully I got naked for him and opened my legs. He mounted me bare cock.

Glasser's cock was not particularly big and the head was speckled with pink blotches. He was a good fuck though and really knew how to work his tool in me. I feigned an orgasm as he spilled his cum into me.

Glasser had explained the rates to me. Five hundred for a video with only girl-on-girl action, eight hundred for fucking a guy and an additional two hundred for each extra guy. A girl could make sixteen hundred doing a five-guy gang-bang! I told Adam I would be up for gangbanging if he wanted to use me.

Adam had me suck him clean before getting dressed and leaving.

My head was full of things I could use my new found fortune on. Maybe I would finally be able to get a down payment on a car. Being in the porn business it was difficult to get credit without a healthy down payment.

The money wasn't bad for sucking cocks but after paying rent and keeping Chad in cigarettes and food there wasn't that much left.

Chad had been unable to find work. The porn market was flooded with guys with much bigger cocks than my boyfriend's, as I was about to find out. He had found a job at a carwash but the pay was peanuts.

When I told him about my "interview" with Adam and the prospect of making more money doing gangbang videos he was excited. He fucked me stupid that night.

Chad had acquired a girlfriend since our arrival in California. Debbie was a big-busted dumb blonde who was also trying to make it big in the industry. I had allowed Debbie to move in with us and pay some rent with the money she made turning tricks and dancing in a strip club. Besides her pussy tasted so good. 

I had promised Debbie I would speak to Adam about getting her a job as a fluffer. With his girlfriend sucking cocks and me gangbanging Chad would be laughing.

I got a five guy gangbang video set up for you." Adam informed me. "We will be shooting tomorrow afternoon so get some rest."

Adam had agreed to give Debbie my old position as fluffer when he got a look at her tits and let her demonstrate her cocksucking skills on his dick.

I showed up on the set the next day ready for my debut.

I got the surprise of my life when I met my co-stars. They were all as big as houses and all as black as the Ace of Spades!

"I want you to meet your partners." Adam introduced the guys, "Dan and Dave are brothers, Jason, Lloyd and Roy use to play for U.C.L.A.'s football team. Between them they have over six feet of cock!"

"Go easy on her guys, it's her first feature." Adam cautioned the guys.

Oh my God, five black bulls in my first performance!

Lloyd opened his robe. His cock was hanging down to his knees, it must have been about fourteen inches erect. I had never seen a cock that big in my life.

"Want this in you baby?" Lloyd asked holding his meat in his hand.

I just looked at it terrified.

"Let's get started, the meter's running." Adam ordered.

The lights came on as I removed my robe. I sat on the bed as Adam directed surrounded by five monstrous black erections. 

"O.K., in her mouth first." Adam directed.

I opened my mouth to receive the first black cock.

It was huge, even bigger than it looked as I stretched my mouth open as wide as I could. Just the head filled my mouth as I tried to take more. I sealed my lips around the shaft and begin to suck.

I was just getting to manage all that cock in my mouth when it was yanked from me and another pressed against my lips. The second cock might have been a smidgeon smaller but it still filled my mouth.

One after the other I tried each of the cocks until all five had felt my tongue. With one in my mouth and one in each hand I yanked them knowing I was soon going to be rewarded with fresh hot black baby juices.

Suck one, then the next until they started erupting into my mouth. One after the other they pumped their salty cum into my throat. Expertly I swallowed all of their jism.

The last cock pulled out and shot all over my face. Sticky thick goo runs down my cheeks.

"Cut!" Adam shouted. "That's a take, five minutes everyone."

Debbie and another girl were working restoring the five spent cocks for our next scene. Neither one of them could get half of their cocks in their mouths as they stroked their thick shafts furiously.

"Places everybody." Adam called.

Slipping my robe off I got back on the bed. During the break I had my makeup redone and washed my throat clean with a can of soda.

"O.K. I want to see three cocks in her." Adam announced, "Action."

Three cocks in me at the same time? Each one over a foot long? I didn't think it was possible!

"Get on your back under her Lloyd." Adam directed.

Lloyd lay beside me on his back, his erection towering towards the ceiling.

"O.K. Get on it Michelle."

I got up and straddled Lloyd's cock. He grabbed my ass cheeks and guided me down onto him. I felt the helmet of his cock press against my anus.

"Give her some lube." Adam ordered.

One of the crew slathered Lloyd's dick with some slippery substance.

"O.K. Sit on it." Adam ordered.

I lowered my weight onto Lloyd's cockhead and he begins to enter me. My sphincter was stretching to new limits as the thick cock slowly began to penetrate me. Carefully I continued down until all fourteen inches was inside of me.

It was a worse feeling than being constipated with that much cock in me. I had been ass-fucked by Chad but it was nothing like this. 

"O.K. Dave, you fill her pussy." Adam ordered.

Another fourteen-inch cock got on the bed. Roy jockeyed himself into position to enter my pussy. My pussy lips spread to allow him to start sliding into my cunt. None of the lubricant made it onto his cock and my fuck hole had to stretch incredibly to accommodate his girth. He seemed to travel forever into the depths of my womanhood. Finally I felt his gigantic balls touch my labia, he was fully in! 

"Good girl!" Adam congratulated me. 

I now had over twenty-five inches of cock in me and there was still more to come. Jason pressed his cockhead against my lips. Jason grabbed the back of my head and rammed his meat in when my lips parted. Far too much cock entered my mouth stopping only when it pressed against the back of my throat. I gagged as he pinched my nostrils closed.

I couldn't breathe as the cocks came alive in me. My sphincter contracted around Lloyd's shaft in a vain effort to hold it from ripping my asshole open whilst Roy began working my pussy. Jason pulled back enough to allow me to get a gasp of air. My lungs were burning and my asshole screaming as I was abused.

The cock took control of my body, slithering in and out of my bodily openings like an infestation of monstrous serpents. I thought I would go crazy and then a familiar sensation started to grow deep inside of me. I was going to cum with three bare black cocks in me! I knew I was inviting pregnancy with a black baby. 

It was a tidal wave of cum. The three gigantic black cocks produced an unbelievable amount of cum that pumped into each one of my openings fueling my orgasm.

"Oh my God!" I screamed as I overflowed with thick sticky cream. I was not acting. 

For what seemed like an eternity I was suspended in a world of mind shattering ecstasy. Gradually I returned to reality.

"Cut! That's another take." Adam shouted. "Take five and then we will do some one-on-one."

I used the break getting ready for the next onslaught of black cock. A quick mouthwash and double douche to refresh myself for more black jism.

"Places everyone." Glasser called.

Once again I slipped out of my robe and got on the bed nude.

"Lloyd you go first and I want you to really pound her!" Adam ordered.

Lloyd approached me cock fresh from Debbie's mouth in his hand.

"Open up bitch." He snarled as he got on the bed.

I opened my legs wide offering him my waiting fuck hole.

This time he went into me easier, my cunt was getting conditioned for black cock. Fourteen inches of thick throbbing black cock slid into me as I took him up to his balls.

"Fuck me black boy." I goaded him.

Lloyd lifted my ankles up onto his shoulders and withdrew enough to slam me with a powerful stroke.

It felt like his cock was going to come out through my mouth he went in so deep. 

"Oomph!" I was winded as he slammed into my cervix.

As Adam had instructed Lloyd was fucking me hard. He was opening up my cunt for his buddies to enjoy. I was ruined for white men. 

I didn't want to cum with Lloyd, I had four more black cocks to satisfy. I couldn't hold my orgasm back as he slammed me mercilessly.

"Oh my God, I'm going to cum again!" I moaned, as my climax broke loose.

The orgasm was too intense; my world begins to spin as Lloyd's fourteen inches battered me. Everything went black as my senses overloaded.

When I opened my eyes the cameraman was shooting a close up of my delight expression.

"Bravo!" Adam shouted as Lloyd emptied his balls into me once again.

I took each one of the other four cocks one after another without the opportunity of a break between. My cunt was overflowing with cum and the cocks made a soft squishing noise as they piston in and out of my hole.

Mercifully the last one dumped his load into me. I had experienced multiple orgasms but none as great as the one with Lloyd. 

"O.K. That's a wrap for today." Adam announced. 

I quickly put my robe on and made my way back to my dressing room as the crew started dismantling the set.

"Wow that was some show!" Debbie grinned.

"Yea, I got about thirty-two bucks an inch and likely pregnant in the deal." Replied halfheartedly.

Porn Star for a Day



"So would you do it?" Val asked.

Peter and I were on vacation in LA, and we were having an early lunch with Nola, Lara and Val in Venice Beach. We'd met them a couple days ago and had been hanging out with them since then. Lara was a production assistant, Val was an assistant video editor and Nola was a dominatrix. (She had dominated Peter rather viciously in my story "Sounds.")

"I've done it twice, actually," said Nola.

We were talking about porn. Basically, we all liked it, but were afraid to do it. Except for Nola.

"I never knew that!" said Val. "When was this?"

"A couple of years ago. The web site doesn't exist anymore. But I did two scenes — a blow job one and one with just regular fucking."

"Why you'd stop?" asked Peter.

"It was fun to do a couple of times, but it wasn't my thing. Plus I didn't want to run the chance of my parents finding out."

"I hear you," I said. "They'd kill me. But sometimes I wonder about doing it once."

"Would you do it if there were no chance of anyone knowing?" asked Lara. "Or practically no chance?"

"Yes," I said. "Absolutely."

"Porn star for a day?" asked Val. "Sure, why not?"

"You know, we might be able to do this," said Lara. "I know this guy Greg. I've hired him for a bunch of projects. He's a cameraman who shoots porn sometimes for extra cash. A lot of folk out here do this kind of work — hair and make-up people, crew guys. Let me text him — 'Thinking of making porn video. Can you help?' That should do it."

Twenty minutes later, we were on the beach and Lara's phone rang.

"Hey, Greg, it's me," she said. "Putting you on speaker."

"So you want to get into the porn business now?" he asked.

"Not really. I'm here with some friends and we were thinking of shooting one porno, just for the experience. But the kicker is there can be no copies made. And if this thing ever shows up on the internet, I'll never hire your scraggly ass again."

"Where are you?" 

"On the beach. Venice. Just north of the pier."

"I'm on my way. See you in thirty."

So Greg the Pornographer showed up, and Lara explained in greater detail what we were thinking of.

"So here's your problem — money," he said. "I mean, the pussy's free, which is a good thing. But you've got the crew — cameramen, lighting, hair and make-up, crafts services — plus location rental, costumes. It can run to several thousand dollars for one scene. But I can think I can help you."

"I'm shooting a scene in four days, up in the Hollywood Hills. We've rented the house for the day, but the call time isn't until 3:00 PM. We could use the house before then, and I could probably end up using the same crew for not that much more money. But I'm still going to be out several hundred dollars. It's worth it, though, if I can use the scene on my clip reel. I've already got enough of scenes I've shot, but I'd really like to add a scene that I directed."

"So people are going to see it?" I asked.

"Some people," he continued. "But I won't get your IDs or model releases, so there's no way this is going to be publicly released. But yes, some people will be seeing you fuck."

"I think that just made it hotter," said Val.

"I think you're right," I said. "I'm in. What do I have to do?"

"The most important thing is to get tested for STDs," Greg said. "That'll take a couple of days, so knock that off this afternoon. But first I'm going to need some nude shots of you guys."

"Why do you need those?" asked Lara.

"Hair, make-up, costumes, male talent." he said.

"Male talent?" asked Lara. 

"The guys who are going to fuck you," Greg continued. "I won't be able to pay them, so I've got to promise them some hot chicks."

We went to a beachfront bar, which was mostly empty. There were a few couples sitting at tables outside, and a handful of surfer dudes sitting at the bar, nursing beers. I wasn't too sure where we'd able to snap some nude pix. 

None of this deterred Greg. 

"Hey," he said, approaching the bartender. "I need to take some shots of these girls. Any problem if they get naked?"

The bartender looked at us, then back at Greg.

"Shit," he said, "I'll buy them beer!"

Problem solved. 

I undid my bikini top and pushed my bottoms down. I turned around and saw that Lara and Val were doing the same. Nola was giggling, and Peter was just taking in the sights. Soon, we were three nude girls in a bar.

Instinctively, I grabbed my breasts. I looked around and saw the guys at the bar eyeing us. I could almost feel the heat from their gazes. I ran one hand down to my clit and rubbed it. They liked that.

Greg pulled out his phone and snapped away. We mugged for the camera and grabbed each other breasts. Then he had us make out a bit. Next we jumped up on the bar and spread our legs. Greg asked us to spread our pussy lips and give him a pink shot — no problem there! And then we hopped off, turned around and spread our ass cheeks, so he could get a couple of shots of our butt holes.

I turned my butt towards the surfer dudes at the bar — I wanted to make sure hey got a good look of my asshole, too.

"What do you think, guys?" I asked.

"Sweet," said a surfer, "what are you girls doing?"

"We're going to make our first porno, and Greg's our director.. He's going to send those photos out to the guys who're going to fuck us."

I noticed that Lara and Val had put their bikinis back on. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity to be nude in public.

"Cool," said the other guy. "So you're porn stars?"

"Not yet," I said. "But we're going to be."

"You're cute — I mean, really cute." said the first guy. "Why would you do do porn?"

"Hey," I said, pretending to pout. "Who says cute girls can't do porn? We like cock, too. And pussy!"

"I didn't mean it like that," he said. "I love porn, and lots of the girls are hot. But you guys don't really look like porn stars."

"The magic of hair and make-up," I said. 

I walked over to him slowly and, I hoped, seductively. Remember, I'm a punk girl, so the girly flirty thing wasn't something I usually did. But it was fun to be a tease now —when these guys couldn't take their eyes off of me.

I put my arms around his neck and looked in his eyes.

"But tell me honestly," I said, "would you like to see me get fucked? Would you like to see me take it up the ass?"

I leaned in and kissed his neck softly.

"Would you like this cute little face of mine to get glazed with hot, salty cum? Hmmm?"

He was flustered, and couldn't speak. I ran one hand down his chest to this crotch, grabbing his crotch through his board shorts. 

He was hard. Apparently, I was a pretty good flirt.

Or just a nude girl talking about fucking and cumming.

Maybe a bit of both.


"Could you jerk off to that?" I asked. "Could you cum for me? Watching me get fucked."

I brought my face up to his and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"'Cause that's why I'm doing porn," I said. "To make people cum."

He didn't know what to do. I kissed him, and rubbed his cock.

"Please tell me you'll cum for me," I said. "Please buy my movie and jerk off for me. Can you do that? Please?"

"Yes," he said. 

It was actually more of a mumble.

"Then say it." I said.

"I'll buy your movie," he said, in a scratchy voice.

I rubbed his cock some more.

"And I'll jerk off to you," he continued.

"Thank you," I said.

And I forced my tongue into his mouth.

"First time kissing a porn star?" I asked.

"Yes," he said weakly.

"Cool," I said. "Thanks for letting my feel your cock."

And I turned around and walked away. After a few steps, I stopped, bent over and spread my ass cheeks wide. Then I stood up and walked away.

Nola, Greg and Peter had joined Lara and Val back at the bar.

"Ready to go?" asked Nola.

"You know, I think I'd like another beer," I said, turning to the bartender. "Still free?"

"Sure," he said. "Nude girls drink free."

I looked at Lara and Val. 

"What the hell," said Lara getting naked again.

Val joined in, too. Even Nola!


"So what kind of porn are you going to do?" asked the bartender, handing us another round. "You guys going to do anal?"

"That's actually a good question," said Greg. "I'll need to know your boundaries so I can design the scene. Is anal cool with you girls?"

"Sure," said Lara. "I like anal." 

"I think I could do that," said Val.

"Double penetration?" asked Greg.

"And that'w where I draw the line," said Lara. "You can have my butt or my pussy, but you can't have both at the same time."

"I'm with Lara on this one," said Val. "I can't really believe I'm going to go through with this at all!"

"I'll do it," I said. "I'd like to try it."

"Have you ever done it before?" asked Greg.

"With the help of a dildo, yes," I said. "But I think I'd like to try it with two real dicks."

"Cool," said Greg. "DPs are always fun to shoot."

Greg talked to us some more about what to expect on the set as we finished our beers. He also told us how (some) porn stars prepare for anal scenes. Apologies for being gross for a moment, but the last thing I wanted was to shit on some guys dick in front of a roomful of people. And while accidents do happen, Greg told us we'd be safe if we (a) drank a couple of ounces of olive oil (or mineral oil) the night before, (b) had a couple of enemas before arriving on the set and (c) only ate day soft food the day of the shoot.

Then, sadly, I put my clothes back on, thanked the bartender, and headed off to get our STD tests.

Three days later, we all got a text from Greg. Only four guys had committed to the shoot (plus Peter). Greg really wanted to have six guys total, two per girl. But then I realized that each of us would be fucking each of the guys. So this porn shoot was turning out to be something more like an orgy/gang bang!

My personal best had been four guys, which I thought was pretty good. Five guys — this was getting into porn star territory.

Greg also asked us not to have sex the day before the shoot, so we'd be good and horny. That sucked, but I was committed to my craft. 

I woke up early on the day of the shoot. I did my enemas, showered and packed my toiletries bag. Then Peter and I drove off to the house we were using for the movie. Call time was 9:00 AM and I didn't want to be late.

There were already a bunch of cars in the driveway, so we parked in the street. We walked in the front door. Greg was in the living room, instructing the crew on how he wanted the set to be lit. The dining room had been recommissioned as the hair and make-up station, and I introduced myself to the girls who'd be taking care of me. 

Then Lara and Val showed up, and we were ready to go to work. 

The costumes, it was explained to us, were super-simple — thigh-high fishnets and high heels. Then the make-up girls asked us to strip and handed each of us a robe. It was a little weird getting naked in the dining room of a stranger's house, but I think it was because no one was really paying attention to us. They'd all been on porn sets before, and were used to seeing nude girls early in the morning.

Then Greg came in with a small bag. Inside were three good-sized butt plugs and a bottle of lube. 

"Want to make sure you girls are good and loose for the anal," he said. "Just wear them while you're getting ready."

I knew my asshole wasn't ready for this yet, so I put some lube on my fingers and began to play with my anus.

Val laughed.

"Well, I guess we're really doing this," she said. 

Fingering our assholes did generate some attention, so we bent over the dining room table and put on a show for the guys setting up. After a couple minutes, our butt holes were relaxing and I could squeeze the butt plug up my way. It was tight, but that was the point.

We put on our robes and sat down in some chairs. The hair and make-up girls then went to work. They teased our hair to give it some waves. Then we got the smoky eyes treatment, fake eyelashes, rouge, and some deep red lip gloss. We went into the bathroom to check out their work in the mirror.


"Holy shit," said Lara. "We look like porn stars!"

And I had to agree. 

We went back into the dining room and out on our stockings and heels, and removed our butt plugs. 

Greg came back and he shoot some pics of us with his DSLR. Then he walked us through how the scene would proceed. He said we could take a break if we got sore or needed water, but his goal was to shoot straight through. He said it was hard to generate heat again after a scene stopped. 

He also told us not to worry — just relax and have fun. He'd already spoken with the male talent, and we just needed to do what they said. 

Oh, and he'd found some more male talent. There would be nine guys, total.

It was definitely a gang bang now.

I felt my butt hole tighten. 

"Well, ladies?" I asked.

Lara took a deep breath. 

"Let's do this," she said.

And this is how Porn Star for a Day went. 

We put on our robes and walked out the front door, leaving it open. We heard Greg yell "Roll!" and we were on.

We dropped the ropes. The air was a little chilly and I saw my nips were hard. All of our nips were hard. 

We walked in the through the door. A different cameraman (a really cute girl!) was halfway down the hallway. We walked towards, making eye contact with the camera. She backed up as we approached. Then we turned the corner, and Greg's camera picked us up. 

We walked into the living room. There were the nine guys, spread out on the couches and chairs, each playing with themselves and sporting some very nice erections. The three of us stopped in the middle room and embraced. Greg circled us as we made out. 

Then it was down to the ground, and a daisy-chain. I ate out Lara, who ate out Val, who ate me out. Then we switched positions, and I started eating out Val and Lara licked my pussy. Minutes into my first porn, and I was already chowing down on two pussies.

The cameras pulled away, and we got on our knees. The boys came over to play. We each got three cocks, one for our mouths and two for our hands. I took good care of my cocks, sucking them, tonguing them and taking their balls into my mouth.

Then it was time to rotate, and worship the next set of cocks. More sucking. more licking, more ball play. Things were beginning to get sloppy, and I felt drool covering my chin.

Another rotation, and I was working on Peter and two other dudes. I looked into their eyes, and saw lust. 

Good.

I wanted to impress the porn guys. I wanted to be a good little cocksucker. I wanted the porn guys to think I was just as good as a real porn star.

And Peter looked happy to see me with other men's cocks in my mouth. 

One of the porn dudes picked me up and placed me upside down on the couch. Two other dudes plopped down Lara and Val. The deep-throating was about to begin.

It started with Val. A porn dude put his cock in her mouth, and shoved it into her throat. Then he'd fuck her face briefly, just enough to get some thick, gooey spit going. Some of the spit stayed on the dick, and some landed on Val's face. Then it was off to Lara, and then to me.

Nine dudes, nine cocks, nine throat-fuckings. 

By the end, I was a goopy mess.

I loved it.

Then I felt hands on me, and I was lifted off the couch. I was placed on my hands and knees in the middle of the room. Lara and Val were placed besides me. Time for doggie style.

A cock went inside me.

The guy was good. His cock filled me up, and he had a strong, determined stroke. I heard Val and Lara begin to moan. I felt good.

I scanned the room. Greg was off to the side, and the camera girl was a further back. I saw the lights and, behind them, the crew and the make-up girls, watching us fuck. We had an audience, and I wanted to turn them on.

The cock came out and another one went it. The porn dude walked in front of me, and bent down so I could taste my pussy juice off his cock.

Seven more cocks, and we were done with doggie. I was hauled to my feet, and someone spread my legs. My arms were folded behind my back, and a pair of hands went on my shoulders.

Now we were going to get fucked standing up.

The camera girl and Greg moved in to get close ups of the cocks in our pussies. Then the camera would pan up to our faces. I looked straight into the lens. 

Watch me take cock, I thought. Watch me take cock and love it.

Watch me cum. 

And I did.

Eight more cocks, and we were done with standing. Anal would be next.

Lara and Val were placed face down on their bellies. A porn dude knelt behind each of them, spread their cheeks and pushed their cocks into their assholes. The girls moaned. And the dudes started to fuck them.

Meanwhile, Peter sat down on the couch. I straddled him, so we could fuck in cowgirl. I felt a hand push me down onto his chest. I felt a cock push against my asshole, and it slid in. 

I was getting DPed.

I groaned as the cocks filled me up. The porn dude started out slowly, letting me get used to the sensation of being so full. Then he started fucking me good. 

When I came, he stopped and pulled out of me. Another cock went in my ass, while the first dude stood on the couch and graciously allowed me to perform ATM on him.

I smiled at the camera.

A third cock went in me, then a fourth. Then we switched positions. 

Peter went over to fuck Lara and Val in the ass, while another porn dude sat down on the couch. I sat down on him in reverse cowgirl, guiding his cock back in my ass. Another porn dude entered my pussy. 

I think I liked this position better. My ass felt full, and my pussy was really getting pounded. Plus I could watch Lara and Val being pummeled. 

I noticed how loud the room had become. Moans, groans and grunting filled the air. It sounded like three girls getting seriously fucked. 

Greg came in to get a close-up of both my holes being filled.

And the cocks kept coming.

When the ninth guy finished fucking my pussy, it was time for the cum shots. Lara, Val and I were placed on the floor with our heads together. Peter started fucking my ass — he hadn't had it yet today. The porn dudes started jerking it, and soon their spunk was flying out.

We were being showered with cum. I had my mouth open, hoping to catch a taste. And I did, but there was cum flying everywhere. My face, my tits, my hair were all getting glazed. 

Peter grunted, and cream pied my ass. 

The men stepped back, and the three of us got to our feet. Without wiping away one drop of cum, we walked slowly back down the hallway and out the front door. Once outside, I bent over from the hips, spread my ass cheeks, and pushed Peter's cum out of my asshole. I felt it drip down my leg.

And the scene ended. 

We walked back into the house to the sound of applause. Greg thought the scene went well and was pleased. The porn dudes came up and congratulated us on our performances. Even the make-up girls said we were good.

Finally, we went to the showers to clean up ourselves up. Then we left to join Nola for an early lunch in Santa Monica. A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket.

"Congratulations," said Nola, pouring the champagne, "on entering the elite sorority of women willing to suck and fuck on film. Oh, and congratulations to you, too, Peter, for fucking Lara and Val. How'd it go?"

"Great," said Val.

"Intense," said Lara. "There ended up being nine guys."

"NINE?" asked Nola. "It was a gang bang?"

"Yup," I said. "There was a lot of cock in that room."

"It got a bit much at time," said Val. "By the time the ninth guy face-fucked me, I felt like my throat was permanently enlarged."

"For me, it was the anal," said Lara. "I mean, I came a lot, but I almost felt like I was going to black out."

"Yeah, I saw your face," said Val. "Couldn't tell whether it was ecstasy or agony."




Porn Star for a Day



"Kind of both," said Lara, "but in a good way."

"How'd your DP go?" asked Nola.

"Awesome," I said. "I've never felt so full. But it was hard to give a good blow job with two dicks in me already. But when I got that third cock down my throat, well, I felt like my body was mostly cock at that point. Which was incredible."

"And you, Peter? What was your favorite part?"

"Well," he said, sipping champagne, "I loved fucking Val's throat — she looks so pretty when her eyes teared up. And Lara is great at ass-fucking — when she'd cum, it felt like her anus was going to snap my dick in half."

"But my favorite part was cumming in Kathi's ass," he continued. "Then watching her bend over and push it out of her asshole."

"Nasty!" said Nola. "Kathi, you are such a dirty girl!"

"That's what porn stars do," I said. "To porn stars!"

We clinked glasses and drank up.

Around noon the next day, we got a text from Greg. He'd done a rough cut of the video and uploaded it to DropBox. I downloaded it immediately, and got excited from the idea of watching myself in a porn movie. I was going to jerk off so hard.

But then I had a thought. There was someone who really wanted to watch this video, and I'd teased him (sexually) without restraint. 

"Peter, can we go back to that bar on the beach?" I asked.

And I got lucky. The surfer guy was back at the bar, right where we'd left him. I walked right over to him.

"Hey, wanna jerk off?" I said.

He turned around, and recognized me. 

"We shot the video and I have a copy on this computer," I said. "I haven't seen it yet, but I want to jerk off to it with you. What say we head off to the ladies' room and masturbate. I brought lube."

He was a little flustered, but he agreed. I took his hand and walked over to the bathroom. I took off my top and shorts, and surfer dude dropped his board shorts. We sat down on the floor, and I put the laptop between us. I handed him the lube and started to play the movie. 

"Go on," I said, fingering myself, "play with your cock."

And together we watched the movie — my movie. We watched the lesbian scene and the blow job scene. He was perfectly hard now. 

"Tell me when you're about to cum," I said. "We'll cum together."

He made it through the all of the vaginal fucking. The anal/double penetration scene, and he slowed down.

"Holy shit," he said. "you did a double penetration gang bang?"

"Fuck yes," I said, "nine cocks total. In each of my holes."

We three girls were now on our backs, waiting for our cum shower.

He stroked his cock faster now.

"This is it," I said. "These are the money shots."

He leaned back into the wall.

"Oh, fuck," he said, "I'm going to cum!"

I fucked my pussy harder, and came with him. Then I turned to the movie, and saw myself get covered with cum.

Hot.

I leaned over and licked the cum off his belly and dick. 

"You're the first person to masturbate to my porn," I said. "I want to remember this."

I swallowed his cum, and opened my mouth to prove it.

We got dressed and went back to the bar. I tongue-kissed Peter, hoping he would taste another's man cum. in my mouth. And then we flagged down the bartender to order some drinks.

"On my tab," said surfer dude. "Whatever they want. She earned it."

"OK, Little Miss Porn Star," he asked, "what are you drinking? Besides cum?"



Porn Star Tits



Sure, I knew that I had taken advantage of her. I had manipulated her. I had used her. I had made her the subject of a twisted experiment, of sorts. But did I really deserve those final words from her? 

She always had some sort of thing for me. That's how it started. I was just in that particular time in a guy's life when it was easy to see myself as a hot commodity. I thought I was important. It was easy to feel that I really was worth all the adoration and affection thrown my way by girls like her. 

Even now, I remember her on the bed in the hotel room. It's three in the morning and she still wants more. I get up and go to the sink to pour myself another glass of water. When I return, the light on the nightstand is turned on. It casts a pornographic glow over her skin. She wants me to see what she's offering me. The sprawled, rumpled sheets tell a story of their own. 

If I could glimpse her face, I would know that it shows that same expression I've been wondering over all night: her mouth just slightly open, her eyes full of craving, and strands of her hair stuck to her forehead from perspiration. She's stopped worrying about how she shows herself. She's stopped worrying about whether or not I find her attractive. 

That's why when I come back from the bathroom I discover her on all fours on the bed, and her high heels are on again. She's wearing them like some sort of sex-kitten who's been waiting for nothing other than me to notice her all night. I see her round, beautifully plump butt facing me, legs slightly apart. There are no words from her. No face to look at, no cue to tell me what she wants. There's nothing other than her shadowed rear and her moist pussy lips, which she's offering to me, and I can't help but gorge myself on after just standing there a moment, taking in the scene, committing it to memory. I made this, I think.

Truthfully, it helped that I was from the good side of the tracks, and she from the bad. She said I looked like a Greek God, while she -- at the time - was just a plain, forgettable someone. She had a stupid boyfriend who could barely tell her she was beautiful; I once took her to a five-star restaurant and made her laugh over a bottle of wine and lobster. His friends thought the world revolved around TV; my friends at least acknowledged her. She was one of several girls whose orbit crossed mine on occasion. I remained what I imagined as tantalizingly unavailable to her and others like her. 

She married her boyfriend. Less than a year later she filed for divorce. Emotionally, she was crushed and predictably her self-esteem had bottomed in some dark place. I had a plan. I had an experiment to try. She had an insurance settlement from an old accident that she used to pay her bills. In a moment of arrogant surety I convinced her to take a chunk of the money to get her breasts enlarged -- it was her idea to use the rest to liposuction the fat out of her little belly. It all worked, in its own way; it transformed her. 

I just blurted the words out: I think you should get your boobs fixed. Incredibly, she listened. I saw her face fall in a demoralizing show of self-loathing and then the idea took hold and I recognized how much my fractured opinion mattered to her. I could tell she thought it was a way out of where she was. Within hours, she had the names of doctors she would call the next day. Any guilt over my ruse passed in an instant. Get 'em big, I said. Really big. 

On her diminutive frame, I wondered over the logic of that, but it was part of the plan. I pictured how obvious they would be, how she might be pigeonholed the rest of her life. It didn't help that she was blonde and came from a trailer park. The world can be an unkind place. To a poor and naïve girl with huge boobs, it was probably brutal in a sugar coated way. I did know - at least - that her naivety would fall away - replaced by what, I had no idea.

The insurance money was sitting in the bank because she said she had slipped in a restroom and twisted her back. I wondered about that. It seemed like a scam, especially when she never complained of pain or lack of movement. I was savvy enough by then to recognize that she was a 'user' of sorts, as my older brother would say. She was a good person, just somehow shorted in life. 

There was a hole in her, and I could tell how she fixated on trying to fill it. When we all went out and she knew I was picking up the bill - which was always - she would order a desert or extra side dish and just ignore it - let sit without a single bite. It was as if she were taking perverse pleasure in neglecting a kindness. There was this feeling she gave that said 'I'm broken'. I imagined sleeping with her -- she telling me she was on the pill -- and then nine-months later being hit with a paternity suit. It had happened to my best friend in high school, and his messed-up life was like a shipwreck that warned people of the jagged rocks just beneath the surface.

Still, I was drawn to her. She adored me. I could see that if not love, it was borderline obsession. She found me hilarious, chivalrous, sophisticated, and stunningly handsome. Perhaps she thought I was her way to some other life she assumed was just beyond her reach. I was her window on a better world that included trips to Europe, fancy cars, a life of leisure, and all the unwanted, uneaten chocolate cake she could ever order. Maybe though, all she wanted was a husband that adored her and a house that she wasn't embarrassed over. If she thought that husband was going to me, she was wrong, but I never told her.

She showed me the bras that she bought at Foley's. The date was still weeks away, but she found these and stuffed them with Kleenex and was putting them on under her clothes to see how she would look. Her doctor had the implants on order and she had taken my advice. They were big - in fact her doctor tried to talk her down a few sizes for aesthetic reasons. Did she think I would be disappointed otherwise? 

It didn't seem to matter; she emerged from her bedroom with a giddy smile. Her sweater stretched tight over two stuffed voluptuous peaks and she made a show of half-serious teasing. I laughed with her, but I wondered over what I had put in motion. For the first time when I looked at her I felt an ache for what would be and for what was fading away; she was finding a signature that was lusty and now overtly sexual. 

She knew that soon it would be easy for guys to objectify her, to think of her simply as the chick with the huge tits. She was naïve, not dumb. They would try and maneuver her and position her for seduction. I imagined she didn't care, or perhaps welcomed the coming attention in whatever form it took. She pursed her lips in an exaggerated kiss, found a flashlight sitting on a table and pushed it between her tissue-filled cups. She did this awkwardly, self-consciously, as if imitating something she thought a stripper would do at a bachelor party. We laughed. For better or worse, after those implants 'forgettable' would never figure in her description. 

Already, she had made a pile of clothes that she could keep, and those that would need to be given away. A couple of borderline tops sat in another pile, and she put them on and asked my opinion. None of them would fit, not even close. I told her so, but she playfully argued back that she didn't want to hide her new figure. It occurred to me that her natural breasts were probably very nice. She turned around, smiling, looking at herself in the mirror, imagining. It was the first time I knew of that I had seen her wear her hair up, accenting her neck. 

THE DAY came and went, and she called me the next morning. I asked how she felt. A little sore and groggy but otherwise fine; she was just going to spend the next few days hanging around her place. Then the inevitable: You want to see them? I said, no. Not yet, anyway. Soon, though. The line was silent for a few seconds. We hung up after a few pleasantries and after I told her to drink plenty of water.

She suggested we go out to dinner the next night, and I said sure, that would be great. The night was cold and she had a coat on, but I could immediately tell the difference. As she stood in her doorway she was smiling like I had never seen. In the car she made a gesture to show me, but I said no, don't worry about it. I could read confusion in her face, was I somehow disappointed? Even I didn't know how to answer.

The restaurant was thankfully empty and we slunk into a darkly lit corner. She pulled off her coat, revealing that same sweater I had seen her wear before, in her practice assessment. Her new breasts pushed impossibly against the material and she studied the way I studied her. The first words from my mouth were, Good Lord. Then I muttered, is that all you? Somehow I was still thinking of the tissue-stuffed bra. She nodded yes, it was all her. She said, its okay to look, this is all new to me, too. She laughed. She said, I keep on touching them; I can't believe it's actually me! None too subtly, she moved to show me in profile. She looked like a bombshell, a cartoon pinup, a sex-kitten, an adolescent fantasy-scribble come to life. 

Oddly, I suddenly missed the times when she had been hanging around me at a bar. She was there, but never the focus of anyone's attention, and certainly not mine: just a girl that was part of the group. I could barely picture her like that. Now, unless she made great pains to camouflage her breasts with carefully considered clothing, or just hid under a big coat, she would be very much a part of the foreground and not the landscape. That was just the way things worked. I imagined stupid frat boys circling around her, trying to make her laugh, and laughing too loud and too long at her own silliness. 

They're still a little numb and tender, she said. The doctor said that all the feeling should come back within a few weeks or more... Don't you want to see them? Sure, I said, gulping a glug of water. We finished dinner, and then she ordered an extra orange juice that she only sipped. I noticed as I paid the bill, she had left it sitting there, almost full.

We drove back to her place, and she talked about the new tops she would have to buy and how it was strange sleeping now; she had to sleep on her side or back, but she thought that would pass with time. I asked how she felt going out in public, but she said aside from tonight and earlier today going to the store, she hadn't really been anywhere yet.

I sat on her dilapidated couch. She had disappeared in her bedroom. I laughed to myself, and made a joke about the unveiling, and she made a polite laugh back through the closed door. The lights were dim and I flicked on a reading lamp and started to peruse a magazine on her wobbly coffee table. My reading was nothing more than attempt to distract from the fact that I now had the most enormous erection of my life.

I kept my eyes on the magazine article -- something about the re-development of Union Station -- as she walked out from the bedroom. She was wearing a long robe, which she held tightly closed with a hand near her neck. I noticed that she was now wearing heels and black stockings that shown from the ankle down. I made a show of putting the magazine down, as if I could barely tear myself away from the Mayor's thoughts on downtown architecture. 

She stood in front of me, noticeably nervous, her eyes making contact with mine for a moment and then darting off. You're the first person I've shown, she said. I'm sure they're lovely, I said. And then I added, you don't have to do this, you know? It's okay, she said, and then she moved her eyes from mine and looked somewhere into the distance. She opened her robe at the top, exposing one and then the other. They look perfect, I muttered, beautiful. 

I chose a kind of natural looking implant, big -- she laughed again -- but with that teardrop shape. Can you tell? Now she looked at me. Yes, I said. Well, I mean, they look incredible. 

She stood there, probably feeling a little ridiculous, as she studied my face. She took two steps closer. Are you sure they look okay? Amazing, was all I said, my eyes meeting hers. Do you want to touch them? She sat down beside me on the couch and without waiting for an answer took my hand, and pushed it to her breast. You don't have to be delicate, she said in a changed voice, it's all part of me now. 

I put both my hands on her then, cupping the lower part of breasts, lifting them up, feeling their weight as she inched closer to me. I want to thank you, she said. I saw her eyes and wondered if the bulge in my pants was now completely obvious. I tried to say that I didn't deserve anything, and in fact I felt guilty over my presumptions about what I thought she should do. But all I mumbled was, you don't need to thank me. Nothing other than 'porn star breasts' circulated in my mind. 

It was incredible to think she had done this for no other reason than sex, and all that idea encompassed. Those huge breasts - her choice or my choice? Either way it was audacious. Those lusty, wonderfully curved, pendulous tits were the straightest line possible to a living, breathing wet dream, and I felt the pull of lust for her overwhelm me.

But I suddenly snapped back. I imagined that all of her so-called friends and acquaintances would shun her, especially the girls. I imagined the looks. You'd be able to read it in their expressions the first time they see her. They would talk behind her back, and I would be expected to join in... If the guys paid attention to her, they themselves would be chastised. You didn't pay attention to her before, why now? I could hear the comments already - it's the boobs - you're such an asshole, grow up. 

They would imagine their boyfriends fantasizing about her. They might think she was ridiculous, and yet at the same time feel secretly envious of the attention she received. Down deep, they too perhaps wanted to be a sex object as daring and unashamedly sexual -- a fantasy come to life. Recognition of their hypocrisy would make them push the offending article away. She would be abandoned. Yes, the world can be an unkind place. 

That night, I left her sitting on the couch. I made a hasty retreat. I'm not sure what she actually thought of me as I said a quick goodbye, and tried to joke about throwing away the tissue now that she had the real thing. At home, I flipped on the computer and looked at porn. One girl melded into the next melded into the next. I tried to find someone her equal. They looked anonymous. I tried to be scholarly and searched Google Images for '34FF implants' and found nothing that looked like her. I imagined how her breasts felt in my hands and how she had gone through the operation because of me - or perhaps for me. It didn't matter. She wanted to be a busty fantasy girl, and transfigured, she had become that and something else as well.

The next night, I called her, for a change. I made up a story about wanting to do something special for her, in honor of the new you, I told her. I made reservations at the best Italian place in town. But when I reserved a room at the Brown Palace, it wasn't because I wanted to surprise her with a romantic gesture. It was because I was afraid a friend would stop by, see her car, and know exactly what I was up to. Surely then my orbiting girls would find out all about my experiment. 

That was the last time I ever picked her up at her place; the last time I would ever knock on that rusty, woefully decrepit door. We walked down to my car, and I opened the passenger door (a first for me, when it came to her). I walked around with a hurried pace and got in the driver's seat. She looked at me with the expression I would soon start to wonder over. She said, I've always wanted to do this. I knew what would happen next. She unzipped my pants and put her lips around me. I let her. I said nothing. My car sat in front of her place. It was dark. I kept the engine running and the lights on. She sucked on me like she wanted desperately to pull the cum from my cock and into her mouth. She moaned and lost herself in the act. I pushed up into her as much as I could, thinking of her mouth and her breasts, which I felt moving and pressing against my leg. 

We joked through the appetizer. I got moody during the main course. I asked, are you on birth control? She said yes, I don't have to worry about periods that way. After dinner, we drove to the hotel. I was self-conscious as I checked-in and asked for the room key. There was no luggage. Her tits we pressing against her coat like a solicitation for an all-night session of the most carnal sex I had ever had. They were obvious, at least to me, and I assumed everyone else, particularly the night manager who must have known my whole story. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me into her mouth. I literally thought to myself: I had no idea she loved to give blowjobs so much. I nearly scoffed out loud. Why would I have known? She was slow, and I felt like she was savoring the moment, which crushed me with guilt. She kept her heels on and striped her dress off. She threw the bedspread on the floor. She lay there, legs open in an invitation, her beautiful, bushy pubic hair with a taste of wetness, and her breasts huge and pornographic and inviting. I couldn't help myself, I said, you're like my own private porn star.

I devoured her all night. It was as if I had years of pent-up passion and lust with no focus and no recipient. Her breasts seemed as much an obsession of mine as for her, as she begged me to suck on them, always offering them to me, particularly while she moved on top of me. She pulled my head forward, and placed a pillow behind, just so I was that much closer, and her nipples would be that much more likely to find their way into my mouth. In the morning she rolled me over, and started at me again with her mouth. I fondled her breasts, holding them and feeling how sexy they were - just like the busty star of a masturbation fantasy, dripping with lust, they jiggled and moved and urged me on. I murmured - Again? She said yes, I don't know when the next time I'll be able to this to you will be. 

I knew then that she knew, or at least suspected in some part of the brain that can read the future. 

The next time we were all together, I made it clear. I wouldn't trade the orbiting girls for her. I couldn't, for some reason. I wanted to. I wanted to take her and have her sit on my lap. To show everyone that easy familiarity I felt with her. My creation. I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist. Share in the confidence she had to be that audacious sex-queen. 

I wanted to hold her tight, squeeze her middle and try and fill that hole with whatever I could give her. But then they would look at me. My hands and arms just beneath those massive breasts, and they would know something about me that I didn't want them to know. 

I ignored her worse than ever. She took the hint. She saw me kissing another girl, and I saw that look flash across her face. It was that same self-loathing that I had caused before, only this time there was no recovery, no way out of where she was. I did nothing to convince her otherwise. She retreated. She disappeared and the rest of us barely talked of her. The breasts I thought would cause a rift barely rated more than a mention. I wondered if she would ever show herself again. It never happened. 

There were girls and other girls. Inevitably, however, my mind would drift to that night, and suddenly I would be thinking not of the one I was with, but of her. I was ashamed of myself in secret, thinking not of the girl who was writhing beneath me, but instead of those pendulous breasts and that insatiable mouth, and only then would I be able to finish. After, I would think too, of the unfinished orange juice, the untouched desert. 




Porn Star Tits



And those final words she left me with? 

Almost to the day, a year later, I found her. She had posted a singles ad. I had been trolling, and in fact looking for more girls to inhabit my solar system, having grown weary of those still crossing my path. I saw the face, which at first looked vaguely familiar, and then a shock of recognition bolted me upright. Her pictures were devastating. You'd have thought they were fake -- some scam artist stealing a few of a model's barely-clothed pictures from Stacked Magazine. She was gorgeous, slutty, and outrageously top heavy. But more, there was a world-wise cynicism in her expression. This is what you want, isn't it boys? 

I wrote her a note. I couldn't help myself. I lusted after her again. I wanted her. I needed to re-live that night, and try and make a different decision the next morning. 

Her answer was simple and clear and I still wonder if I deserved it: Baby, she wrote, I'll never be your porn star again.



Porn Stars



Shards of mid-morning sunlight crept across the polished oak floor of Mark's fourth floor Manhattan loft. They inched up the side of his platform bed, gliding slowly across his face. He greeted the warmth with squinting eyes and a satisfied smile. He reached out with his right arm and stroked Kelli's back.

"You awake, babes?" he asked softly.

"Uh huh," she replied, her voice muffled by the down comforter in which she snuggled.

Mark had met Kelli seven months earlier at the opening of an off-Broadway play he'd co-written. The chemistry between them was instant and electric, seemingly energized by some mystical powers of fate. They made love the same night his play opened. 

Mark was six-foot two and one-hundred eighty-five pounds. He enjoyed rollerblading through Central Park and playing tennis to keep fit. Kelli was an investment banker and loved theater, running and gourmet cooking. Her five-foot nine, athletic figure often brought her offers to model, though she only occasionally took one. She worried that too much modeling would compromise her hard-earned MBA. Their friends all agreed they were the perfect New York couple. 

In the beginning, they consumed one another with passion and sex. They kissed with a fury, their teeth often clicking together while their tongues intertwined. Although their lovemaking wasn't kinky, it always included varied positions. Many times, they would collapse in sweet exhaustion only after the sun had risen. Their sex was 'ask and you shall receive,' kind of sex, and they both reveled in it. But Mark had detected a subtle change in Kelli's desire in recent weeks. 

"You want some breakfast?" he asked.

"Umm...In a bit."

Mark rolled over next to her, slid his hand beneath the comforter and cupped her breast.

"Then shall I find a way to please you?"

She cradled his hand with hers and said, "No, I'm okay. But if you want to..." her voice trailing off in an unfinished thought. 

Kelli's disinterest in morning sex troubled him. He sat up, leaned back against the headboard and asked, "Are we okay, here?"

Kelli tilted her head toward him. She scrunched her face in a weak smile. 

"You mean...like between us?" 

"Well, yes. I'm feeling a little threatened when you turn down morning sex."

Kelli rolled over, leaned against Mark and kissed his chest. 

"Oh god, Mark, you don't have to feel threatened," she said. "I love you more than ever. I love having sex with you. It's...well, it's just that lately -- oh hell, I don't even know how to explain it to you."

"Come on, no secrets, remember?"

"You'll think I'm silly."

"If you don't want sex with me in the morning, silly is the last thing I'm thinking. Come on, tell me."

Kelli forced another smile and said, "Okay, you know I love you more than anything, right?"

"Yes. I think we've established that."

"Well, it's just that -- oh shit, this is going to sound bad. Let's just forget about..."

Mark cut her off in mid-sentence. "Kelli, please."

"Well...sometimes I -- uh, think our sex has gotten, well, a little predictable."

Mark puffed his chest, crossed his arms and stared at her in momentary silence. 

"Predictable? Are you saying sex with me is...boring?" he asked

"Noooo, of course not. Goddamn it, I knew this wouldn't go well."

Slightly offended, Mark was enjoying watching Kelli squirm her way out of the corner she'd painted herself in.

"So what are you saying, then?" he persisted. 

Kelli pulled her knees up, wrapped the comforter around her nakedness and curled up like a moth inside a cocoon. 

"I mean, when we make love...it's kind of the same routine lately," she said. "I go down on you, you go down on me, and then we fuck. It's...it's still delicious - but not the same as it was. Don't you feel like...like we lost some of the magic along the way?"

Mark pondered the question for a few moments. Although he'd always enjoyed making love with Kelli, she had a point.

"Let's assume, for the sake of this conversation, that you're right," he asked. "How do you suggest we change things up, short of flying off to Antigua that is?" 

Kelli was grinning. Mark couldn't stay mad at her for very long and he knew she understood that. 

"I don't know, babes...but you're the creative one here," she teased. "Can't you come up with something?" 

Mark returned her smile, kissed her lips and said, "Okay, fair enough. But you can't say no...to anything. Deal?"

"Deal."

While they hadn't moved in together, Mark and Kelli slept together three or four nights a week. Only their varied schedules kept them from enjoying one another nightly. It had been several days since Kelli's 'confession.' Mark heard the door to his loft open.

"Kelli?" he shouted.

"Hi, hon. What are you doing?"

"Making dinner. Come into the kitchen and help me drink some wine."

Kelli walked through the loft, dropping her coat and purse on the sofa, and then kicking off her shoes. Mark was standing at the stove, babysitting a bubbling pot of spaghetti sauce. She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist and peered over his shoulder. 

"Umm! That smells good," she said. 

He kissed her and smiled. 

"I thought a nice, big plate of pasta would get you carbed up for your morning run."

"That'll work. Now where's the wine that needs my help?"

Kelli sat at the large dining table, sipping Chianti from a tall, fluted wine glass. Mark carried two heaping plates of pasta to the table, setting one in front of her. 

"There you go," he said proudly. "That sauce is a secret recipe that's been handed down through four generations of my family." 

The smirk on his face instantly brought his credibility into question. 

"Four generations?" Kelli quizzed.

"Okay, I got it from my Mom...but I'm sure someone else in my family invented it."

They both laughed.

Mark knew the wine and homemade dinner would relax Kelli. 

"I've been thinking about what you said the other morning," he said.

"You-you mean that thing about our...sex life?" she asked. "Look, I don't know why I even brought that up. I-I'm sorry I said..."

Mark shook his forefinger from side to side. 

"Ah, ah, ah! I happen to think you're right."

"You do?"

Mark left the table and walked to his computer desk, saying, "I've done some research on sex therapy and it's not uncommon for sex to become a little stale between otherwise happy partners. But I think I've found a remedy for our problem."

"Mark, honey, we don't have problem. I was just, you know...kind of thinking out loud, that's all."

He picked up a file folder and returned to the table. 

"Pornography!" he exclaimed. "That's what some sex experts recommend to restore the spark."

"You mean you want me to watch pornography with you?" Kelli asked. "I don't know, Mark. That's a little weird. I-I don't know if I can get into watching porn with you."

"Oh no! We're not going to watch it," Mark laughed. "We're going to star in it!"

Mark watched Kelli's face grow suddenly serious while she tried to grasp his meaning. He handed the folder to her.

"What's this?" she asked.

"I guess you could call it a screenplay. Read it."

Mark studied her face with anxious delight as she read his script. Her eyebrows arched and relaxed repeatedly. She would smile, then emit a soft gasp or cover her mouth with her hand and giggle.

"Oh my god, Mark. Do you really expect me to go along with this?" 

"You did asked me to get creative...and besides you agreed that 'no' was not an option." 

"But what about these props? Sexy costumes, vibrators? And...and flavored body oils? I don't have any of that stuff."

"Don't you worry your little head about it, my dear. Come with me." 

Mark took Kelli's hand and led her across the loft and into the bedroom. 

"Oh... My...God!" she muttered. 

Three tripod-mounted video cameras, with lights, were stationed along the sides and foot of the bed. Devoid of any top covers, the white, silk sheets and pillowcases were covered with bright, red rose petals. On the corner of the bed sat a gloss black, open-topped gift bag. Mark handed it to Kelli and said, "This is for you. Well, actually, it's for both of us." 

Kelli sat on the edge of the bed and began sorting through the bag's contents. She pulled out a bundle of red tissue paper, placed it on the bed and unfolded the multiple layers. Inside was a baby blue teddy. Holding it between her thumbs and forefingers, she lifted it in front of her and said, "Mark, it's beautiful."

"It has a matching thong," he was quick to add.

"Hmmm...what else is in here?" she asked, fishing through the bag again.

Next, she held up a shiny, chrome tube. It was nearly seven inches long with a bullet-shaped tip and about two inches around.

"Talk about feeling threatened," she said. 

"Twist the knob on the bottom."

The tube sprang to life, emitting a whirring noise and a high-speed vibration. Kelli rubbed it along her forearm.

"I'm afraid to ask what you intend to do with this thing," she smiled.

She reached into the bag again and retrieved two bottles of flavored massage oil, one chocolate, and the other coconut.

"I see you've given this a great deal of thought," she said.

"Why don't you go change into the teddy while I fire up the cameras? It's show time!"

Kelli studied the video equipment, her smile now more of a grimace. 

"Oh, Mark honey -- I, I don't know if I can do this. I mean taping ourselves..."

"Trust me. Ignore the cameras and I know you'll enjoy yourself," Mark assured her. "Just think how sexy it will be to watch ourselves making love."

"No one else will ever see this?"

"Of course not. When we're done, the tapes are yours...a gift if you will."

Kelli's smile returned. She grabbed the teddy and the script and headed for the bathroom.

"You are so bad." 

A few minutes later, she returned wearing the teddy and still studying the script. Mark had no doubt she would look gorgeous in the teddy, and his already excited cock sprang to life when she stood before him. Her devotion to running kept her body fat to a minimum, resulting in firm, round breasts with little visible sag. Her dime-sized nipples were clearly erect beneath the translucent negligee. The outline of a neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair was visible beneath the thong. 

He took the script from her hand and said, "You look so hot. Why don't you sit in the middle of the bed and act sexy while I turn on the cameras."

Her facial expression was still somewhere between excitement and uncertainty.

"But I'm not sure -- you know, that I have the script down yet," she said.

"Don't worry, you'll do fine. I wrote it, remember?" 

Her smile returned when she saw Mark's erection poling-out his warm-ups like a small pup tent.

"I can see this idea is having its desired effect on you," she teased.

Kelli slid to the middle of the bed. She treated this as though it were another modeling shoot. Sitting on her knees, she played before Mark's cameras, tossing her head back and loosely shaking her shoulder length hair while Mark flitted from tripod to tripod. She focused on one camera, then the next, as she slowly ran her hands over her breasts. "Kelli, that's so good...wait 'til you see this," Mark said. "I knew you'd ace this scene."

With all the cameras running, Mark stood at the foot of the bed and watched Kelli. He could see her relaxing and getting in to the role as she spread her legs slightly and placed her right hand on her pussy. With slow strokes, she massaged herself with one hand while licking the fingers of the other. 

"Come on Mark, I want you to join me now," she said. 

Mark shuffled across the bed on his knees, put his arms around Kelli's waist and began kissing her. His tongue tangled with hers and he could feel her pulling at his buttocks. She grabbed his cock through his warm-ups and fondled him. 

"Oops! That's not in the script, is it?" she asked coyly. 

Mark pulled her tightly against him, ran his hands over her silk-covered breasts and grinned.

"A good director will always take a little improv whenever he can get it."

"Are you a good director?"

"I guess we're about to find out."

Kelli pushed him on to his back and pulled off his warm-ups. 

"This is my favorite scene, Mr. Director," she cooed. " I'll follow the script as closely as I can."

Holding the bottle of chocolate flavored oil, she kneeled along Mark's left side, insuring the cameras would not miss her performance. She removed the cap, poured a generous portion of the aromatic lotion in her hands. After placing the bottle on the night table, she held Mark's twitching erection firmly, sliding her hands along his shaft in alternating motions. With slow, measured strokes, she began masturbating him.

In her most seductive voice, she asked, "How am I doing so far, Mr. Director?" 

"Good. Oh fuck! Real good," he moaned. 

With both her hands sliding up and down his glistening erection, Kelli began kissing and licking the head of his cock. After teasing his prick with her lips and tongue for a few minutes, she swallowed his chocolate-flavored dick nearly to the hilt.

"Oh god, Kelli, that -- that's amazing," Mark said.

She could feel his hand on the back of her head as she fucked him with her mouth and throat. He started thrusting his cock upwards, seeking more of her pleasure as he neared orgasm.

"Oh fuck, Kelli, I'm going to come."

Kelli sealed her lips around the head of his cock. She pumped him with her hands until streams of hot semen erupted against the roof of her mouth. She didn't immediately swallow the warm ejaculate, instead allowing it to puddle up on her tongue. When his pulsing finally subsided, she opened her mouth, allowing his juices to slowly drip down his glazed shaft. With long, tender flicks of her tongue, she reclaimed her prize, swallowing every drop she had milked from him. 

"God, I love chocolate," she purred.

"Jesus Christ, babes! That was—the best! I—I thought I was going to come forever," Mark groaned.

"So did I pass the audition?" 

"Oh yeah. Great first act."

Mark pulled her down on top of him and kissed her tenderly. 

"See, I knew you would enjoy this," he said.

"I, I can't believe how alive this makes me feel. You're a genius, Mark."

"We're just getting started. Act two is my lead," he smiled. "Do you remember what to do next?"

"Yes, but are you sure you want to pose like that? It reads kind of weird in the script."

"You just called me a genius, remember? Besides, you have a beautiful ass and a gorgeous pussy. It'll be a great scene."

After Kelli kissed him with short peck on the lips, Mark climbed off the bed to watch her from the camera's angle. Again, her modeling experience began to control her actions. Kelli lazily pulled her knees beneath herself, spread her legs and raised her ass in the air. Mark viewed her through the camera at the foot of the bed and provided more direction while his erection returned to its full measure. 

"That's really nice, Kelli. Goddamn, you have one fine ass," he murmured, "now push the thong aside and touch yourself."

Kelli hooked the lacy strap of the thong with her finger and pulled it out of the way. Mark had a clear view of the glistening lips and burgundy-tinted slit of her pussy. As her fingers massaged her wetness, glimpses of pink, inner flesh were briefly exposed, only to conceal themselves again when her hand pulled away. Mark grabbed the gift bag and removed the chrome dildo. He applied a liberal coating of the coconut-flavored body oil to it and turned it on. Kelli looked back toward Mark when she heard the ominous whirring sound. He could see she wasn't smiling quite as much. 

"Don't worry, babes. If you don't like any of this, all you have to do is say stop, okay?" he said.

"All right. Just go easy at first." 

Mark hopped back on the bed and moved close enough to Kelli to rub his cock against her thigh. He ran his hand across her ass and said, "Damn, Kelli, you are so fucking sexy right now. This whole thing is such a turn on."

Kelli said nothing as she shifted nervously from one knee to the other. Mark first placed the dildo on her thigh, running up to her ass in long, easy strokes. After several minutes, he guided the vibrator between her legs, applying gentle pressure to her pussy. The well-lubricated probe gently widened her slit, exposing her inner flesh. Mark probed her womanhood with the narrow tip of the dildo, inserting it into her with small, loving moves. When he rested it on her clit, she began to moan and writhe.

"Oh my god, Mark."

"Are you okay? Shall I stop for a while?"

"No! No...whatever you do, don't stop." 

Mark smiled. He continued to fondle Kelli's pussy with the vibrator, concentrating on her clit. She started to thrust herself against the tingling bullet, trying to fuck it as she neared her orgasm.

"Tell me what you want, babes and I'll do it," Mark whispered to her.

"Oh god, I'm going to come. Oh fuck, Mark...stick it in me. I want to feel it all the way in."

Mark probed her dripping flesh until the narrow tip of the vibrator rested in her opening. He could hear her breathing hard, the kind of breathing he hears when she'd return from a run. When he fully inserted the toy, a loud, slow breath gushed from her.

"I—I'm going to come so...so fucking hard, Mark," she screamed.

When the first rush of her orgasm rocked through her, Kelli clamped her legs tightly together and rolled on to her back. While still applying pressure to the dildo, Mark put his mouth on her clit, sucking and lightly nipping her aroused bud. She pulled his head against her pussy in a frenzied panic as her orgasm exploded though her.

"Ahhh...Mark! Oh my --my god. You've got to stop... be-before I explode," she screamed, laughing.

Mark lifted his oil-glazed face from her pussy, smiled and said, "God, I love coconut."

Mark quickly removed the vibrator from Kelli's pussy and rolled on top of her. He kissed her lips and said, "Shall we begin Act Three?"

She answered him with a crushing, passion-rich kiss. Mark drove his cock into her with one singular thrust.

"Fuck me hard, Mark. I need you to fuck me really hard and come inside me," she cried out, wrapping her legs around his hips.

***

Mark popped the tape into his VCR and returned to the couch. Kelli sat next to him, fidgeting with her wine glass.

"You seem a little jumpy," Mark said.

"I am, but I don't know why," she confessed. "That was the best sex we've ever had but I'm still a little freaked out at watching myself doing it." 

"The tape turned out so good," Mark said. "I had a hard on the whole time I was editing it."

"One tape? I thought you had three cameras?" 

"I did. I took the best shots from all three and made this master. Are you ready?"

Kelli nodded her head, took a long sip from her wine and said, "Let's see how we did."

Once Mark hit the play button on the remote control, Kelli was mesmerized by the images. She held his hand and began fondling his knuckles in anxious anticipation. 

"Jesus, this is so weird," she said, watching herself touch her own pussy. "I'm feeling embarrassed and turned on at the same time."

"I know. I've got a serious erection watching this with you. The tape gets much better."

She took several large gulps of wine and gripped Mark's hand even tighter.

Kelli shifted around in her seat and placed her hand over her mouth as she watched herself performing oral sex on Mark.

"Oh my god, Mark. This is like seeing a train wreck...you know you shouldn't watch but you can't help yourself."

When she saw Mark's juices ooze from her mouth, she rubbed his cock. 

"Jesus! This is amazing. I can't believe that's me doing that," she whispered. "I never expected the cameras to be such a turn-on."




Porn Stars



"This tape is even hotter than I hoped it would be," Mark said. "Wait 'till we get to the dildo part." 

"I don't know if I can wait much longer."

Kelli wedged her hand between her legs as the graphic images of Mark inserting the dildo into her pussy appeared on the TV screen. 

"Damn, Mark. You're right. This has me so wet. God, I want to fuck you right now."

Mark kissed her lips and said, "That's the plan. But let's watch the whole thing first."

When it was over, Mark hit the rewind button, removed the tape from the VCR and handed it to Kelli.

"This is a stupid question, I'm sure, but what did you think?" he asked.

Kelli rolled on to his lap, squatted directly on his rigid cock and began grinding her pussy against him. She held his face between her hands, gave him a passionate tongue kiss and said, "I promise I'll never complain about our sex life again."

"So you liked the video?"

"Let me put it this way. When do we start shooting the sequel?"



Porn Starts All



Adam just couldn't sleep, he tossed and turned for hours until finally he sat up on the bed, and switched on the bedside lamp. He looks down at Lisa's sleeping form. So peaceful, so graceful, so beautiful, he thought to himself. He eases up off the bed, puts his pajama pants on as he sleeps nude, walks to the door, and heads to his office where he sits down in front of his computer. 

"Might as well do some work while I'm up." mumbling to himself

He maneuvers the mouse to his document program, opens a new one, and starts typing. Or trying to, yet he can't seem to come up with anything brilliant to write. Closing out his document, he clicks on his browser, and since no one is up, decides to browse porn. He types in his favorite porn site's address and starts to browse the pictures than the videos. 

As he watches the computer screen, his cock starts to harden. Pulling his cock out of his pj pants, he slowly starts stroking his massive cock than gradually goes faster and harder as the guy in the video starts fucking the girl hard and fast. Doing his best to keep quiet, Adam moans and knowing he isn't that far from his sleeping wife, he tries even harder not wake her up. Thankfully the volume isn't up for two reasons (one: it would surely wake her up and two: he would've came all over his desk). 

With his concentration back on his screen, he fails to see Lisa at the doorway. Rubbing her naked body with her hands as she watches her husband at his computer. She works her breasts with her hands, twisting and pulling on her nipples then she runs her right hand down to her shaved pussy, to her clit where she rubs fast and hard, trying to be silent. Not wanting Adam to hear or see her just yet.

She stops and starts walking towards him ever so silently. She's done this before, but he's never known it. This time is different, she's horny and by the way he's stroking his cock, he is too. She's behind him now, leaning down she whispers in his ear... 

"Do you need help with that?"

Startled he stops stroking and looks to see his naked wife behind him. Face flushed and nipples painfully (it looks) erect. He can't lie to her so he says,

"Absolutely, I just love your mouth, breasts, pussy, and ass! The rest of you too."

Turning his chair, she kneels down in between his legs, replacing his hands with her mouth she beings to suck his cock. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Sucking harder and faster as she goes, using her right hand, she places it at the base of his cock, squeezing and loosening it as she continues sucking him. He moans with approval, bucking his hips, trying to get all of his cock into her mouth, but he knows she'll do it just has to be patient. 

"Oh yes, baby! I love it when you suck my cock!" 

"Deep throat me, baby... yeah, that's my girl!"

She starts humming and he feels the tightening of his balls and she knows he's going to erupt. Bobbing her head up and down a few more times before slightly removing her mouth from his member as he explodes in her mouth, on her mouth, in her hair, on her face, on her breasts. She loves it!

"OHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!" he screams 

"Oh yeah, I know you love that, big boy!" she says after swallowing the cum that was in her mouth

"You're filthy!" 

"I know and I'm not done yet" she says as she begins stroking his cock back to life. Doesn't take long as it's easy even after him cumming. She's lucky to have a husband who bounces back so quickly.

Once he's hard again, she stands up, turns around to sit on his lap, on his cock. He easily slides inside her pussy. He grabs her hips and she starts bouncing up and down, up and down. Grinding her hips for awhile then bounces again. Enough of that, he thinks, in one swift motion he has her up and down on her knees AND hands as he thrusts almost brutally within her. 

"Yes, yes, yes, yes YES! Oh my god!" she starts chanting

She moves so she's laying on the floor, which he makes him go BERSERK since it tightens her pussy even more. He's wildly thrusting into her, she's moving her hips up and down slowly, in contrast to his movements. He's hitting her in all the right spots and a few thrusts later, she's cumming and cumming hard so hard that it pushes him out. He quickly thrusts into her again, slamming into her even harder, crushing her hips against his body, he cums, too. 

Panting, he pulls out of her and collapses to the floor. Once he regains his breath, he rolls over, pulling her onto her side, and holds her tight.

"We have to do that again soon, baby."

She rolls so she's facing him, smiling, and says, "Yes, we do. But, right now, I'm going back to bed. Are you coming?"

They both get up, he slides his cock back into his pjs, and they go to their room where they both fall asleep peacefully in each others arms.

~The End~



Porn Stash



"So let me see them," I say sweetly, grinning from ear to ear. You blush and look at me nervously.

"Are you sure?" your voice cracks a little from nerves. I smile and slide a hand up your thigh.

"Yes, I want to see your collection of porn." I watch you as you get up and go underneath the bed. I lean over, stroking your back gently and humming innocently to myself. In a few minutes you return with a stack in hand and I can figure this probably isn't all of it.

"Ah the objectification of women," I say softly as the magazines tumble out of your arms and onto the bed, sending images of scantily clad women in suggestive positions out upon the bedspread. I look at you and grin. You reply with a grin of your own, but it still hints of nervousness. As I loom over the stack, searching for just the right porno for me, you watch my body attentively. Finally I retrieve just the right one and push all the others to the side. Sitting in the middle of the bed, I beckon you to me,

"Let's read this one--together."

I shift a little against your body, as I hold the centerfold open for the both of us and sit between your legs. You kiss my neck softly and I turn to look at you. I can tell you're aroused.

"So do you really find that fake breast look attractive?" I ask you innocently, one of my hands stroking absently at the bulge in your pants.

"Breasts are breasts," you say softly, trying to fight my attempts to get you to do my evil bidding.

"And men love 'em huh?" I grin and touch your face.

"Uh...yes...we do." I poke and prod at you a little, trying to start a wrestling match.

"And I'd bet you'd love to see mine right now, right?" You poke back at me. I keep poking, trying to tickle you, when suddenly; I stop to let you answer.

"Yes," you say. I smile and pull my shirt over my head. I'm not wearing a bra. You pause for a moment to take in the whole view of me sitting there, topless and grinning on your bed, surrounded by porn magazines.

"Like what you see?" I ask coyly, before getting up and walking over to the dresser. I look at myself in the mirror, focusing on my nipples. I trace a finger around one of them and turn to you.

"Well?" I ask.

You're still sitting on the bed, watching me in bewilderment. You nod and I start to slip my jeans off. I pause to look at you for encouragement. All you can do is nod, so I continue and remove my jeans. Now that I'm scantily clad, I hop up on your dresser and sit there as pretty as possible.

"What will I do with you?" you ask as you walk over to me. I smile,

"Oh I have a few things you could do...but--" I look away coyly. You touch my face and pull your clothed body close to mine.

"What?"

"You'll have to take your shirt off." You nod and pull it off, revealing your chest. I smile and run a finger from your neck to your belly button and then down your "happy trail", stopping short at the top of your pants. I look up at you and smile.

"And your pants must go too," I say and begin unzipping your pants. Soon those are on the floor and I smile at you.

"So do you have something in mind?" you ask, pulling my body to you. My hand reaches for your cock through your underwear, tracing it gently.

"Yes. Go to the drawer...over there. There's a box." You walk over and open the drawer and pull out a flat, white jewelry box and open it. Inside, placed gently against white cotton is a black leather choker, decorated with metal studs and an "O" ring in the center. [Hehe...it looks like a dog collar!]

"Where did you--?"

"A friend bought it for me," I hop down off of the dresser and walk over to you, "So do you want to put it on me?"

"Yes." You place the choker around my neck and tighten it into place. Your fingers touch my neck gently, before resting on my chin. You pull me to you and kiss me softly. I press my body against you, feeling your hard cock through both of our underwear. I can't wait any longer.

"Let's play a little game," I say, breaking our kiss, "A game of control..."

"And how do we play?" you ask.

"I'll show you." I walk over to the dresser I was sitting on and open the drawer. I pull out a leather dog leash and walk back over to you.

"Attach this please," I ask professionally. You do so and keep a hold of the leash.

"So...explain."

"Okay, here's the deal. I'm going to please you and you're going to please me. You will have control over my actions via the dog collar and leash. Don't like something, give a gentle tug. Want me closer? A tug will fix that as well." I grin and kiss you forcefully and remove your underwear. As I turn to walk back to the dresser, your hands catch me by the waist and you pull me back you your body with the leash.

"Not so fast. I have the leash," you say roughly," so I have control now." I smile at you wickedly,

"Good." Your hands slide along my waist and loop your fingers into my panties. You pull them off and toss them on the floor.

The cold wood of the dresser is almost a blissfully wicked sting against my bottom as you begin your game. A few pulls on the leash pull me downward, my face only a few inches from your erect cock. I look up at you innocently, before lowering my head and taking the tip of your cock into my mouth. You watch me intently as my mouth slides slowly over the tip and then the shaft, partially engulfing you in my warm, wet mouth. I look up at you, my mouth currently full with your cock. My eyes seem to smile and I return to my task. With a free hand, I start stroking the shaft gently. [I'm not quite ready to deep throat...but someday I'll try.] I remove my mouth and nibble lightly at the head, moaning a little to send shivers up your spine. I give you a quick lick up the shaft and then return to sitting on the dresser, innocently.

"Mmm," you say softly as you feel a slight cold against your cock from my lick evaporating [ah that cooling sensation!]. I grin at you. You don't say anything but instead spread my legs open and scoot me forward, by way of the leash. You open the drawer beneath me and pull out an old friend of our--my dildo. You grin wickedly and pass it in front of my face.

"Do you want this?" You ask teasingly.

"Mmmhmm," I reply. I lick my lips.

"Do you want me to fuck you with it?"

"Yes."

You pause to lubricate it with some that was lying around in a bottle and pulling me close enough to you to kiss me sensually, you slide it into my wet and waiting pussy. I moan uncontrollably as your finger brushes against my clit--the combined sensation being too much for me to handle. I laugh a little and look up at you,

"I hope we don't ruin the dresser."

"We won't." You kiss me again. I shiver a little and you begin pumping the dildo into me gently. One of my free hands returns to stroking your cock, while the other holds your shoulder. I pull you close to me. As I fight to control my reaction to your pumping, I manage to whisper, "stop..."

Your green eyes focus on mine. I smile at you a little, my other hand still stroking. You close for eyes for a second, enjoying the sensation.

I push forward off the dresser and stand close to you. I rise slightly onto tip-toe and whisper into your ear, 

"I want you to handcuff me to the bed." You moan a little as my stroking gets harder and nod quietly. 

The handcuff clicks mischievously as you lock my right wrist to the bed frame-as you have already done with my left. I watch your body as you hover over my body, securing my arms. I close your eyes and inhale your scent-so intoxicating. I lean my head back as you focus on the fabric tying my ankles down. As you pull the fabric tight, I let out a little sigh and you turn to look at me.

"Tight enough?" you ask slyly and run a hand up my leg. I grin back at your smirk and nod. You look at me before kissing my leg and proceeding to kiss up to my thigh. You pause and look up at me.

"Honey, is there anything particular you would like?"

"Yes," I say softly.

"What?"

"I want to feel your teeth against my skin. I want to feel your lips against my skin. Just orally assault me." You grin and return to your kisses. Your hand slides between my thighs and brings them apart.

"But first..." You kiss deeper up my thigh, your faces inches away from my wetness. Your tongue flicks at my slit and you press to fingers into me. I moan softly. Your eyes flash with amusement and you lean forward to press your lips to my clit. As your mouth and tongue engulf and work at that sensitive little button, I let out a moan and squirm a little against my restraints. You look at me and grin.

"Don't stop," I breathe softly. I shift my body a little, but you keep watching me. Your hands run along my waist and up to the curve of my breasts. You pull your body up over me and rest your cock between my legs as your fingers trace my nipples before your warm mouth takes up my left nipple. I sigh and you hold my body to you as you suck eagerly at my nipple while your other hand fingers the right. I squirm--it feels so good.

"Oh..." is the only thing that escapes my lips. You move back down my body to my waist, pausing to kiss my belly button, and return to my waiting pussy. This time you attack without mercy. Your fingers slip in for only a few seconds before you replace them with your tongue. The sensation sends a jolt through my body, causing me to arch my back. I moan loudly as you continue, your free fingers now rubbing mercilessly at my clit.

"Oh god..." You look up for a moment but continue. My thighs squeeze gently at you. You continue a little longer and then stop. You get up and go back to the dresser to retrieve my dildo. When you return, you get on the bed behind my head. You look down at me,

"I want to fuck you with this while you suck me." 

Though your voice is soft, sexy, I can tell your statement is a command. I nod. You uncuff one of my hands and straddle my body backwards. My hand touches your cock and holds it near my face as I flick my tongue against the head. You moan and turn to me,

"Not yet...please..." I stop. 

Once again you slide the dildo into my pussy; your mouth only inches away. I moan softly and you lower your mouth to suck at my clit. In response I bury your cock in my mouth, eagerly sucking and licking at it. I can just taste the salty sweet taste of your precum as I lick the head. As you continue to tease and fuck me with the dildo at the same time, I pump you in and out of my mouth. Enjoying the feel of you--slightly wishing that your cock was in my pussy and not just in my mouth. I gently graze my teeth against your cock, tightening the pressure on your shaft and becoming a bit more forceful. Your speed quickens and I can feel the dildo pounding in and out of me. I start to feel the pressure building within me. My sucking gets wilder and a bit more forceful. We continue together, both breathing heavily, moaning. 

"I'm going to cum," you breathe softly and continue to fuck me harder. I want to return the statement, but I know you already know this from my moaning. I'd rather not stop sucking you--I'd rather just feel you cum in my mouth. My daring has brought me to the point where I am pumping your cock into my mouth...almost fucking my mouth with your dick. God...I want you to cum. I want to cum. The thoughts are overwhelming. I can't think anymore--simply enjoy your cock, your lips against my skin and the dildo you're fucking me with. It all comes down to those sensations-our breathing, our sweat, our touch. I close my eyes. I feel you about to cum. I know I'm about to cum.

"Fuck," the words come simultaneously from both of us as we both hit the point of orgasm and you fill my mouth with your cum. I swallow quickly...avoiding the dreaded choking. I remove your cock from my mouth, kissing you gently. You turn and face me. I kiss you, both of our "tastes" mix in the union of our lips. I sigh and look at you. You flop beside me and watch the rise and fall of my breasts as I breathe.

"Good?" you ask.

"Yes..."

"We were supposed to be talking about the porn," you say softly, running your fingertips against my stomach.

"Yes...but something else came up." I grin and snuggle up against your chest. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of your body as we both drift off into a comfortable nap.



Porn Store Fun



Amanda had gotten all dressed up for nothing. The blind date she had been going to meet was a no show. Dating sucked! The high heels were killing her, she had forgotten to eat lunch, and it looked like dinner was going to be McDonalds on the way home because she sure the hell did not feel like cooking now. She drove toward her apartment. 

In the distance, she saw the glowing lights of the local adult bookstore. She had never ventured into this establishment. Amanda, very in a 'fuck you mood', sped past her apartment and turned quickly into the bookstore parking lot and stared at the building. "I will just pop in and get a vibrator." Divorced, alone for the first time since high school and horny as could be, Amanda made her way to the door. 

Amanda was very aware of being stared at when she walked in. There were three or four guys wandering around inside. For a moment, the embarrassment almost made her turn around and walk out. However, the 'fuck it' attitude she had when she drove up was not entirely gone. 

The store itself was not the hole in the wall she envisioned. It was large, well lit and clean. The resemblance to a Target store however, ended there. Wall to wall there was sexually charged merchandise. One wall was covered with all sorts of vibrators. Another was something called a butt plug. Sexy clothing covers the racks. One wall she was sure was just for a joke, after nobody did stuff like that in real life. There was a video section where the pictures on the covers made Amanda blush. She leaned closer, shocked. "What in the world are they doing in that one?" she asked.

"That is a bondage scene with a women being fucked anally with a machine," said a young female voice. Blushing, unaware she had spoken aloud until then, Amanda looked up. There was a girl behind the counter. Amanda at 36 years old felt like a total idiot as she looked at the young woman. "Hi," she said, knowing her face was six shades of red. 

The girl smiled, she was white, no more that 20 years old, with purple highlights in her blond hair. Her figure was tall, athletic and she wore a very amused expression. "First time in here?" she asked, obviously knowing the answer to that.

Amanda nodded, then looked around, but the men who had been there were all gone.

"You scared them all off," said the girl. "It is a small town; they don't want their wives hearing that they shop here. I'm Kelly by the way." Kelly came out from around the counter. "Can I help you find something?"

Amanda had to look up at the girl as she came to stand next to her. Despite her tiny waist, at 5'4, with large breasts and a large bottom, Amanda felt like a bad cartoon drawing next to the girl. She shrugged, "I was looking for a vibrator but there are so many to choose from."

"You have never had one?" ask Kelly, seeming rather startled.

Amanda shook her head. "I was married up until a year ago. I am divorced now."

Kelly's expression seemed to indicate that this was not a good explanation. "Well honey, they are almost as good as oral sex!" At Amanda's blank expression, Kelly frowned, "you're husband did go down on you now and then didn't he?"

"He said that was only for perverts," Amanda confessed. 

"Crap, you really got screwed and not in a good way." Kelly said sympathetically. 

Amanda nodded grimly, still looking at all the DVD covers of acts she had never done. Kelly watched her expression as she looked at it all; there was longing in Amanda's face. Kelly looked toward the counter to hide her smile for a moment.

"Ok, you do need some help." Kelly said taking Amanda by the hand and leading her back to the counter. "There is nobody here, so I say lets have some fun."

"What kind of fun?" asked Amanda, wary. However, there was also a bit of a jump in her pulse and a twitch or two further down.

"I have some toys behind the counter; I am going to show you how they work. We are also going to discuss what a guy should do for you and what you can do for him. You have so got to raise your expectations sweetie." said Kelly. 

Amanda let Kelly pull her behind the counter. "Ok, what did your ex do in bed?" she was pulling out a box labeled, 'Kelly's box DON'T TOUCH'.

Amanda flushed, "Well, we had intercourse." 

Kelly shook her head, "ok, let's start at the beginning. Did he do any foreplay? Caress you, suck your nipples, and play with your clit and pussy?"

Amanda was pink with embarrassment. She had never talked about this stuff with anyone. "He did suck my nipples."

"I guess that I don't need to ask about anal sex and kinky stuff," said Kelly. "Ok, this is my favorite vibrator and my favorite warming lube. Lift your skirt and we will try this one first." Kelly waited. This was the moment. If Amanda did this then Kelly would be able to talk her into about anything.

Amanda slowly lifted her skirt and showed Kelly her white thigh high stockings and lacy pink panties. She could not say later why she did; she just knew she had too. 

"Nice," said Kelly and smiled at Amanda. The woman was in a constant blushing shade of pink. "Slip the panties down a bit, I don't want to get a lot of lube on them and make a mess." 

Amanda could barely breathe; she pulled her panties down to her knees. She did not even trying to hide how she had soaked them in her excitement. She could not look at Kelly.

Kelly did not say a word, she just knelt in front of Amanda and barely breathing herself, she began to apply the unnecessary lube to Amanda's damp little pussy. She rubbed her fingers through her lips, against the entrance to her vagina and very lightly over her clit. "How long did sex with your ex last?" 

"15 or 20 minutes." Kelly snorted, gently rubbing in more lube. "Ok that is just sad. Good sex should last at least an hour. At least tell me he had a good size cock."

Amanda marveled dimly that Kelly could say all these dirty words so matter of factly. Her hips thrust out following Kelly's fingers, begging for more. "He was way smaller than that vibrator in your hand."

The vibrator that began its journey rubbing over her pussy lips, stroking gently between them and so, so lightly over Amanda's begging clit. Amanda moaned and tried to spread her legs more but her panties around her knees hampered her efforts. 

Kelly smiled and pulled them down as she applied the vibrator a little harder to Amanda's clit. Distracted, Amanda did not even notice when the panties disappeared into Kelly's box of toys. 

Just when Amanda thought the top of her head was going to blow right off, Kelly pulled the vibrator away from her clit and pushes it into Amanda's tight wet pussy. Amanda groaned, half with pleasure and half with frustration.  Kelly pulled out and then thrust again, this time a little deeper and a little harder watching Amanda's face. 

Kelly fucked her with the vibrator until Amanda neared the edge of orgasm and pulled out. Amanda groaned, frustrated. "And this is why oral sex is so popular," Kelly leaned forward and began sucking gently on her clit. At Amanda's sharp gasp, Kelly slipped the vibrator back in her pussy and finally let her cum. 

Amanda, lost in the moment, grabbed Kelly's hair and pulled her closer. Kelly was smiling as she sucked some more, gently now. "Ok, sweetie, was that your first orgasm?" 

Amanda nodded. 

Before Amanda could recover her senses, Kelly stood and turned her around. She pushed Amanda down over the counter and admired her sweet white butt. A little roughly, she pushed Amanda's legs apart and slides the vibrator back into her pussy. Amanda bucked and cried out. 

"Ok, sweetie, lets do a little bit of experimenting. You just relax and tell me when you like something and when you don't." Not waiting for a reply, Kelly applied a wet finger to Amanda's very tight little asshole. She rubbed it and pushed at it very gently as she fucked Amanda's pussy very firmly. 

The thought that any minute, someone may come walking in and see this was such a turn on for Kelly she was close to coming herself. She loved Amanda's frantic wiggling and how her bottom raised a little to follow Kelly's fingers. 

Amanda felt like her body was on overload, this was so good she did not care that she was in a public place laid across the counter being fucked by a girl she did not even know. Kelly's finger slipped into Amanda's ass and she fucked her a little. Her ass massaged Kelly's finger uncontrollably, pulsing with an itchy desire to be fucked there too.

"Yes, baby, cum for me again."

Amanda came again as Kelly began to work another vibrator into her ass. Oblivious now, Amanda humped the table, begging for more. "Please..." she cried. 

"What an angel you are," Kelly said, admiring how Amanda could just let go. 

Kelly worked both the vibrators in and out and wondered how much that little innocent pussy of Amanda's could take. After too many orgasms to count, Amanda finally begged for a rest. 

Kelly smiled and withdrew the vibrators. However, Kelly did not let Amanda up. "Stay there, we have a bit more to try." She rubbed Amanda's bottom soothingly and then smacked one cheek lightly. Amanda jumped and considered stopping this but she was curious and exhausted. 

Kelly warmed Amanda's bottom slowly, letting her writhe on the counter as she made her sweet round bottom pink and achy. Kelly was a very good dominatrix, she wanted Amanda enjoying the sensation and wanting more. 

"Alright," Kelly said finally. Let's see if you have learned anything about a woman's body. "I want you to make me cum with just your mouth and fingers. Can you do that?" 

Amanda smiled and knelt down in front of Kelly, pushing up Kelly's skirt. There were no panties to get in the way. Amanda was not surprised. She licked and sucked Kelly's pussy lips and clit. She used her fingers to fuck her and even worked one finger into Kelly's willing bottom. It didn't take long before Kelly was fisting her hair and telling her to suck harder. She mashed Amanda's face deep into her wanting clit as she came.

Kelly stroked her cheek kissed her lips afterwards and helped her dress. "Ok, now you have to admit, that was great." 

Amanda nodded, feeling 15 again, she kissed Kelly and drove herself home. 

It wasn't until she got there that she realized she had never purchased that vibrator she had wanted. Yes, she would just have to go back and see Kelly.