1 comments/ 24096 views/ 13 favorites A Night with Hayden Winters Ch. 01 By: velvet hammer NOTE TO READERS: This is a fantasy about the lovely, luscious Miss Hayden Winters. You may or may not know of her -- she only just started doing porn a year ago, at the tender young age of eighteen. A caveat: Although I have bedded girls more than a decade younger than myself, I usually prefer women with some experience under their belt. The truth behind this tale is Hayden's remarkable resemblance to Tracy, my high school girlfriend -- I exploit this angle with a twist at the end of Part 3. The subject of this fantasy has recently "retired" from doing porn but there are numerous pictures & vid clips of Hayden available on-line - of course! All the usual sex is here - Hayden IS a porn star after all - no violence or nastiness in this one, just enjoyable sex. Please remember as you read this is FANTASY; a work of fiction and is intended for people of the age of 18 or older. Cheers -- Velvet Hammer** It was one of those late nights like so many nights where I usually end up surfing porn on my machine. I was idly clicking on links leading to images and marveling at the seemingly endless parade of naked female forms. As I progressed in my journey through acres of nude flesh I had to adjust my 'package' a few times, naturally. Things were progressing to the point where I was about to undo my trousers and take it to the next level when suddenly, an image appeared on my screen that stopped me in my tracks. On the screen before me was a girl -- yes a porn girlie - who was the spitting image of my high school girlfriend! The hair was right; brunette cut to mid-neck level, her eyes were right, even her body was right. She wasn't even naked; she was wearing a pair of lime green panties with white polka dots and a long sleeved halter top thing tied in front. I hit right-click and saved the image to my porn file and on the heat of the moment I dubbed her 'Tracy'. Tracy was my first love. Tracy gave up her virginity to me - one memorable afternoon, on a thick fluffy sheepskin on the floor of her sister's bedroom. And while we did the dirty deed, Tracy's mother was down with the flu in bed in the next room. I always was a risk-taker. There was no indication of the young lady's identity -- it obviously wasn't my Tracy, she'd be in her middle age by now. So I moved on in my data- mining of the Internet's vast porn resources, and didn't think a thing of the girl I'd named after my first girlfriend. You know what they say . . . a man never forgets his First Girl. About a year went by, and from time to time I'd open my porn file and gaze longingly at the girl I'd named Tracy. I swear she is the spitting image -- right on down to the freckle on her right titty. Then one day I was surfing porn - the still shots - and there she was again! This time there was a NAME: Hayden Winters A quick search revealed scores of images of this lovely young thing; Miss Winters had been quite the busy little beaver in the course of her first year in porn. Mostly solo scenes where she was feeling herself up and diddling herself, and some girl-girl action. My guess was she'd started out doing some nude modeling for some of those 'art' websites -- the ones that feature high-end photography and HD video of absolutely beautiful young ladies, totally naked with their legs spread wide apart -- and then ventured into some lesbo action before taking her cockteasing to the higher art of masturbation. Then I hit the motherload. Hayden Winters sucking cock. Just like MY Tracy sucked MY cock . . . all those years ago . . . Hayden Winters fucking. Just like MY Tracy . . . fucking ME! The more and more I explored the more images of young Miss Winters became available. Hayden Winters straddling some dude on a sofa. Close ups of Hayden Winter's wet pussy getting drilled. Close ups of Hayden Winters sucking cock. Close ups of Hayden Winter's asshole. Hayden Winters getting pearl-necklaced. Hayden Winters taking a facial. Of course I had to masturbate to her -- the overwhelming sensory input of this lovely creature performing all these lewd and crude acts, quite openly and without a hint of shame, was simply too much. That and the incredible resemblance to My First Love . . . she was too much to resist. As I stroked off to watching the wonderful Miss Hayden Winters wrapping her sweet pouty lips around a hard cock, it made me wonder about all the hard cocks my Tracy wrapped HER sweet lips around, over the years since high school? Watching the jizz splatter across sweet, sultry Hayden's lips and chin made me wonder how many cocks did my Tracy suck to completion, how many jizzloads dripped off my Tracy's chin? I jacked off to Hayden Winters sucking some guy, fucking some lucky fellow. As she took his load in her gaping mouth, across her outstretched tongue I shot a legendary wad four feet across the room. Now is about the time for me to discuss my . . . < ahem > . . . hobby . . . As the male of the humanoid species accumulates years, there is a certain . . . < ahem > . . . diminishing of the . . . uh . . . full vigor of youth . . . This of course has not happened to me to any great significant effect. Not because I am extraordinary but rather because I am very athletic and I do take certain supplements. Let's put it this way; I don't need Viagra. Nonetheless, about ten years ago or so I decided to exploit of my years of advanced humanoid sexual studies and research. I began by modifying my diet to advantage my legendary sexual prowess . . . These days I max out on bananas (good for the banana), egg whites and pineapple juice (good for what comes out of the banana), oysters (I don't have to explain THOSE do I?) Broccoli (puts lead in the pencil) and oranges - LOTS of oranges (improves the taste of what comes out of the banana). I compound this strict diet with heavy doses of vitamins, specifically vitamin D (for the Dick), vitamin C (for the Cock), vitamin B (for the Balls), vitamin E (for EJACULATION), vitamin F (for FUCKING) and a whole buncha other vitamins and herbs good for the Cock-and-Balls Department. Since embarking on this regimen, I have developed some remarkable results in the Wadsworth Longfellow department. Between the diet, vitamins and restraining myself to no more than two wads per day (sometimes two days or more between wads) my wad has increased significantly not only in volume but also in viscosity. If I conserve my efforts then tantalize and tease the boner long enough I have been able to achieve some really heroic cumshots. Let me just say that my wife is a cum freak, and thoroughly enjoys the semen-beauty-facemask treatment I rewarded her with for her memorable blowjobs. The other morning my lady had me lay back while she subjected my cock-and-balls to a particularly delightful tickle-torture-tongue-bath and when she finally let me cum I launched a squid four feet across the mattress. I should be declared a living treasure. If there was a Nobel Prize for shooting jizzwads I'd be the permanent recipient, of this there is no doubt . . . . . . but I digress . . . Back to my story. I spent a significant period of time researching Miss Winter's body of work and learned that sexy Hayden Winters was born Tiffany Maples, in San Diego, California. Hayden started out in the adult industry at age eighteen -- I already knew that -- by the time she was nineteen she'd already made the transition to explicit hardcore pornography. There was only one more thing to learn. These days you can find out anything with just a few key strokes on a computer key pad. I went to the search engine and typed in "pornstars who escort, Hayden Winters". Right away: paydirt. There it was; Pornstar Escorts of Las Vegas Agency. "Slim, sexy brunette Hayden Winters is the perfect mix of innocent and devilish. A gorgeous face with pouty lips and bright eyes, Hayden is a definite head-turner wherever she goes. Hayden is new to escorting but her classic 'GirlFriend Experience' will be a hit with our clients because of her mix of beauty, sense of fun and sex appeal." "Call Hayden to ask about availability." Oddly enough, this was a bit disconcerting. I mean, its common knowledge that many if not most porn stars also hook on the side. When you get fucked on film for a living, it's not exactly a great leap, right? It's just that, well, I'd sort of come to think of Hayden/Tracy as . . . well . . . my girl. I normally don't go with hookers. I mean, there's no shortage of quality pussy to be had for free, so why pay a grand or more for what I can get for free? I'm simply not willing to risk everything -- reputation, relationship, health -- but this was different. This was an opportunity to relive my youth. A very special and poignant time of my youth. For this I was willing to pay to be with a very special lady -- we're talking a thousand here but that's for an all-night in-call. And she was keeping some pretty good company. Here's a sample of the sluts I'm talking about: Eva Angelina. Lena Cova. Stormy Daniels. Brittney Skye. Kayden Kross. Vicky Vette. We're talking some gold plated pussy here. You guessed it -- I talked myself into the deal. So this is how a happily married, church-going conservative hooked up with and spent a night of sin fucking the living double of his high school girlfriend. I travel a lot in my work; finding my way to Las Vegas is practically a detour. I could actually make it a business-related trip and work it into my expense account. All my boss asks for is a business-related purpose and everything I charged backstopped with receipts. So I had the where -- all I needed was to line up the when and it would be off to the races. In the Internet age there's a whole protocol to become involved in; you can talk with your prospective date via email or twitter. By the time you and the lady of your dreams actually get together, a guy can specify special lingerie, schoolgirl outfits, everything right on down to role-playing. I reached out to Hayden through the website, sent some nice perfunctory messages; told her I was a fan, said she reminded me of a former girlfriend but "I'm not a stalker." Hayden: That's so nice of you to say. A girl meets all types in this business. Me: Let me say that you are simply gorgeous! May I ask what would be the age of the oldest man you would ever have sex with? Hayden: I don't know lol I never asked ;) Me: Checking out one of your shoots with "_______________" (high-end art-type erotic nudes site) . . . Love it! Hayden: Yes I like working with them. Then I got serious. Me: Working in porn, does sex still have the same magic to you? Is it still an intimate thing that you do with someone you love or is it more of a recreational thing now? Hayden: If I'm with someone I care about it will always be special. Sex without feelings behind it isn't special, it's just sex. At this point Hayden took the high ground: What about you, Sean? How is it for you? What do you like? Hayden continued: I know that some guys like to be dominated. Some guys want it nice and slow, some guys want straight up hardcore sex like they see in the movies. Some guys want to abuse and humiliate the girl they're with, like she's his hated mother and he's taking it out on her with psychological abuse while he fucks her, if you can believe that. I told Hayden I just wanted to relive that special time in my life, when I was with my high school girlfriend. My first girl -- the girl I lost my virginity with. I said 'with' and not 'to' because she was a virgin also. We popped each other's cherries together, at the same time. Hayden: Awww, that's so sweet! Me: Only with a twist. Hayden: OK, shoot. Me: I want you to act all sweet and innocent -- on the front end -- then as we get into it I want you to get all slutty and kinky. Hayden: Oh I get it -- sort of like the Mother-in-Law Grudge Fuck but with a new twist. Me: No -- not a grudge fuck. I loved her; she was my first girl. I just think I'd enjoy fucking a dirty talking pornstar version of her -- which to me is exactly what Hayden Winters represents. Hayden: No problem. I can handle it. Any kind of special outfits you have in mind? Me: Miniskirt. Micro-mini. SHORT. Tied-in-front halter top, long sleeves is nice. Hayden: Lingerie? Me: Just plain simple white or tan bra and panties. Nothing special. Hayden: I get it; Little Miss Pure-As-The-Wind-Driven-Snow, then when you can rip my dainty white underthings off me I turn into a totally wanton, slutty, sexual being? Me: Something like that. Hayden: Ha ha! This will be fun! Do you want me to put my hair up in pigtails? Ooh . . . pigtails! I was actually tempted for a moment. Me: Nah, that's okay -- she was way out of pigtails when we got together. Besides, I only like pigtails on older women, over forty. Hayden: Ha ha! This IS going to be fun! You're a funny guy, Sean. The funny thing was I wasn't joking; there's something especially kinky and perverted about a middle-aged woman with her hair in pigtails. She's sending out a definite message that begins with F-U-C-K and ends with M-E. Hayden: Who do you want me to be, Sean? What was her name? Do you want me to go by her name? Me: Her name was Tracy but no, I think that would be too much. That would be too real for me. I think it might actually take the fun out of re-living the fantasy. Lets just go with Hayden. Hayden: You know, this will probably work out Sean but only because you so totally accept we're dealing with a fantasy here. Because you're not expecting me to be somebody else for your fantasy and not the real person ya know. Rita Hayworth once said, "Men go to bed with Rita Hayworth, but then they wake up with me." Me: How are you with an all-nighter? Would you be game? I want the FULL 'GirlFriend Experience' We made a date. The big night came; I was checked into the hotel, ready and waiting. A knock came at the door. I got off that sofa like a rocket and opened the door. "Sean?" "Hayden! So good to see you! You look GREAT in person; your photos don't do you justice!" "Why thank you, Sean! That is so nice of you to say so . . ." I wasn't lying. Hayden Winters the pornstar had just walked into my hotel room and she was as fresh and young and vivacious and good looking as her images on line, only more so. She was wearing a simple gray wool businesswoman's suit -- slacks not a skirt - and strappy heels completed her businesswoman's look, which is what she is when it comes right down to it. She was carrying an oversized leather purse over her shoulder, which I assumed had the clothes I'd asked for and who knows what else in it. We sat down on the sofa, facing one another. There was a bit of distance as if this were a job interview. I handed her a plain white envelope. "Here, let's get this nasty little business out of the way right up front." "Oh, thank you Sean." She tucked the thick envelope into her purse, then faced me and crossed legs. One arm over the back of the sofa, the other brushing a strand of hair back behind her ear in a gesture that I swear was identical to what my Tracy used to do. "Tell me about yourself, Sean," Hayden volunteered as an icebreaker. "Well, I'm married, and I love my wife a lot; I've never done anything like this before. Its just that when I saw your face on the Internet, and the resemblance to my high school girlfriend Tracy; of course, well, just wanted to do something different, is all." "I understand completely. I hear that a lot, actually. Not the girlfriend bit, but married guys wanting to strike out, experience a little action on the side." "Well, I love my wife a lot." For some reason I repeated myself. "I understand, Sean," Hayden placed her hand on mine. "If it makes you feel uncomfortable, don't talk about her." "No, no, its not anything like that. I'm very excited about your being here." And I was. Here was a beautiful nineteen-year-old who carried herself with the sophistication of a fully-grown woman -- I guess a couple years in porn with do that to a woman -- and just the knowledge that over the next couple hours I was going to rub my cock over each and every square inch of her body was having an unreal effect on my psyche. An almost out-of-body experience. "I'm a big fan of your work," I volunteered. "I hope that doesn't bother you." "Why, thank you! No it doesn't bother me at all! I'm retired, of course, but no regrets, none, over my porn years." "That's good." "Oh, I loved every minute of it, believe me! Not every girl in porn enjoys what she's doing but I did! It was thrilling! To enjoy doing porn you've got to be a total exhibitionist. That, and a nympho of course, and I'm both, obviously. Um, Sean, it won't turn you off if I'm frank?" "No, not at all. You can think of me as your Father-Confessor." "Oh, that's sweet." "I mean, I am old enough to be your father, after all." "Ha-ha! Well, I wasn't going to throw that in there, but you said it!" Again with her hand on mine. This beautiful young creature was having a visible effect on my libido. Hayden went on, "There's something about being nude in front of a room full of fully-dressed people that really turns me on. I mean, having sex - whether with a man or another woman - in front of a director and a camera crew close enough to make out the color of my eyes." "Woah." I was getting turned on just listening to her describe the situation. "But it was just wasn't what I wanted to do forever, and it was time to move on." It's incredible; Hayden carries herself in such a way she can be anywhere between eighteen to thirty-eight. Right now I was looking at a young twenty-something who for all the world resembled a sophisticated businesswoman. Kind of like an older version of my Tracy; a few years out of college, and we were discussing her career which of course involved sucking cock . . . a LOT of cock, fucking total strangers on camera for all the world to enjoy . . . other worldly. She got up off the sofa, put her hands to the front of her blouse. "Say, I've got something to show you, Sean." I just smiled. Given the circumstances, those words could only mean one thing. Hayden smiled right back, looking me straight in the eye as she undid her buttons, untucked her silk blouse and pulled it wide open. Simple white bra, sort of half-cups almost like a shelf-bra. Nice. Very nice. Her jacket came off, then her slacks, and there she was in a nice silky white blouse, open in front, simple white bra and panties. With her strappy heels she looked like a high-class escort. Which was what she was, of course. "I wanted to show you the white bra and panties," she smiled. "Thank you," I said. "I approve." "Say, may I use the restroom and freshen up a bit?" "Sure. Yes, of course." "Thanks." I watched her round asscheeks going up and down in her slacks as she moved across the room; like two piglets in a sack. (To be continued -- V.H.) A Night with Hayden Winters Ch. 02 TRACY -- A Night with Hayden Winters, Part II By Velvet Hammer NOTE TO READERS: This is the continuation of my fantasy about the lovely, luscious Miss Hayden Winters - recently "retired" from doing porn but there are numerous pictures & vid clips of Hayden available on-line - of course! All the usual sex is here - Hayden IS a porn star after all - no violence or nastiness in this one, just enjoyable sex -- AND an interesting truth behind this tale; Hayden Winter's remarkable resemblance to Tracy, my true-life high school girlfriend. I exploit this angle with a twist at the end of the final part. Please read the preceding portion to get the entire premise, and please remember as you read this is FANTASY. This story is a work of fiction and is intended for people of the age of 18 or older. Cheers -- Velvet Hammer** Hayden was in the bathroom counting her money, of course. When she came out, she was wearing the short SHORT micro-miniskirt I'd requested, as well as the tied-in-front long-sleeved top. Wedgie sandals with gladiator straps that went up her calves completed her groovy-little-hippy-chick look. My jaw dropped; it was my Tracy who emerged from that bathroom, and I was taken back in time too many years -- decades even -- to that glorious summer when for a brief moment in time I'd know sweet, beautiful young love. Hayden / Tracy came before me and did a twirl, then reached out and held my hands and smiled. "So!" she announced, "what do you think?" I was speechless. "SO -- what do you think?" "I think the resemblance is remarkable." I was grinning like an idiot. "I hope I'm not creeping you out." "No, no, not at all, Sean. I think it's kind of considerate for you to care. I think you're kind of cute, and actually, I'm glad I can be a part of, well," she kind of laughed a nervous laugh and placed her hand on my arm, "re-living your youth, I guess." "Yeah, I guess that's what's going on here." Now it was my turn to laugh nervously. "Sean, it's okay!" Hayden stressed as she plopped down on the sofa beside me and took my hand, held it in her lap. "Sean, I want to say thank you for the privilege, to be allowed to be a part of your fantasy; a high compliment, and an honor." And with that, Hayden/Tracy held my hand up to her breasts, leaned forward, eyes closed, and kissed me. We kissed gently, our lips barely touching at first. Then Hayden parted her lips to accept my tongue in her mouth and softly moaned as my hands fondled her lovely pair. Her tits were nice, round, not big not small; a pair of nice handfuls. I'd forgotten how incredibly firm a young woman's tits can be. We eventually broke our kiss. Hayden sat back and smiled. "That was nice," she smiled. Then we kissed again; open-mouthed, long, slow and deep. I was very hard, my cock tenting my trousers. "Oh! Is this for ME?" she smiled, grasping my boner through my trousers. The blouse came off as she went to her knees before me and began undoing my belt, unzipped my fly. She pulled my trousers and shorts right down to my ankles and my pole went straight up to 2 o'clock high. There went the finger to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear again, and then she looked up at me as she parted her lips and took me completely in her wet mouth. Just like yesterday, and yesterdays gone by. She looked up at me, her lips wrapped around my girth, at least two thirds of my meat in her mouth, with a serious, meaningful look on her face, and I swear she looked exactly like my Tracy did the first time she sucked my cock. "Oh y-e-s-s-s-s-s-s-s . . ." I hissed. I ran my fingers through her silky auburn tresses. "Mmmmm . . ." she replied, humming on my boner. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm . . ." Releasing my from her mouth, Hayden ran her lips up one side of my length and down the other, nibbling her way back to do lips-and-tongue things around the ridge of my helmet. "You do that so well . . ." "I love cock," she said, holding it before her like a microphone, kissing the very tip of my cock with pursed lips. "You have a nice one, Sean." "Thank you, Hayden." Then she swallowed me whole again, suddenly into the depths of her warm wet mouth and she looked up at me again, this time with a playful expression, as if to say, "Is this good? Am I doing this right?" By this time my knees were buckling. Tracy was my first girl in many ways. She was my first girlfriend, my first lay, and before that memorable afternoon, Tracy was the first girl who sucked my cock. In fact, she had a thing about sucking cock. It was early on in our relationship that our makeout sessions went from kissing and cuddling to finger fucking and oral sex. Looking back, I figured it out; for a month in the summer it all started, before we became an item, Tracy had gone away for a month and visited a girlfriend who - it turned out -- had become sexually active. I guess Tracy felt compelled to play catch up, and I was the lucky guy on the receiving end. I looked down at Hayden as she dutifully sucked my cock. There went the finger to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear again, and then she looked up at me; her mouth wrapped around my thick girth. The transformation was complete; Hayden Winters was now my first girlfriend Tracy. The look on Hayden / Tracy's face was simply matter-of-fact; as if she was saying 'Yes, your cock is in my mouth, and I'm sucking it.' Point blank and simple. Hayden was obviously a pro; she sucked cock like she was born to do it. My hands went to cradle her head, I ran my fingers thru her hair. When she formed an O with her forefinger and thumb and started stroking me into her mouth, I hissed in air through my teeth. "Hayden . . . " I whispered, " . . . I'm getting close . . . " She pulled off, continuing to gently stroke my bulging cock. "It's okay." she said, "You can cum in my mouth." These were the magic words; my cock immediately began spurting. My first shot landed right across her lips, from beneath her cute little nose to her chin. "Oh!" she exclaimed, then parted her lips wide and increased the tempo of her jacking me off into her mouth. My second shot landed -- splat! -- right across her outstretched tongue. Hayden moaned, "Mmmm!" closing her mouth to swallow just as my third shot splattered again on her chin. Hayden continued to jack me off. She parted her lips wide and took me into her warm wet mouth to suck me dry. The wad of cum on her chin dripped down and puddled up on her nice hemispherical tits. Amazingly I spurted two more times as she stroked me into her mouth. An amazing orgasm coursed through my being in waves. Finally I was done cumming in her mouth. When Hayden released me, a string of jizz stretched from the tip of my cock to her parted lips. A messy gob of goo dripped down her chin. The look on her face was classic porn star; Little-Miss-Sweet-and-Innocent the cocksucking, cumguzzling PowerSlut. "Thank you for your cum, Sean," Hayden said demurely, raising to her feet. "Omigawd thank you thank you THANK YOU for letting me cum in your mouth . . ." "Shhh its okay," she said, placing a finger to my lips. There was a droplet of my sperm on her finger. I lapped it up. Then I leaned forward and kissed Hayden directly on the lips. Her lips were still cum-splattered of course, I tasted my own semen. We kissed long, slow and lovingly. My tongue explored the cum-drenched cavern of her mouth; the mouth that moments before had holstered my cock. Hayden got into the hang of it and we snowballed my wad back and forth. Finally we broke our kiss. "Stay here, lover," Hayden said softly as she got up to do her run to the bathroom. I gazed lovingly at the sight of her naked ass retreating from the room. She returned, her face wiped clean, and offered me a glass of water to drink. She took a sip herself and then her head went down and she proceeded to clean my cock with her tongue. I became hard again, of course. Because of my heroic spunk regimen, I am able to cum vigorously not once, but several times within relatively short succession. Within short order my cock was hard again, and Hayden Winters had her lips around entire pole, swallowing my entire length. "I love sucking cock," she gasped as she pulled off to give herself some jaw relief. "It's my favorite thing to do." Then she went down on me again. As young as she is, the girl is a capable cockwrangler. She knew the best thing to do for a middle-aged gentleman like myself was to suck him, long and hard, and then suck him some more. Finally Hayden Winters pulled off my cock. Holding my cock before her like a microphone, she looked up into my eyes and said, "Please, Sean . . . fuck me now?" I pulled her up to my level until she was in my arms and I was on top of her in the classic missionary position. Hayden Winters looked up at me with love and affection. This was like no other hooker scenario I'd ever been in; this was more like that distant afternoon on the floor of her sister's bedroom when I shafted Tracy, so many years before. The head of my cock pressed against Hayden's hot, bald pussylips; I could feel her wetness seaping out her tight seam. Hayden reached down between us and parted her labia. I pressed my hips forward and the head of my cock entered her. I continued to shove it home, pulling out to allow her natural wetness to lubricate her folds, then pressing home again. Within short order my rod was fully inserted; Hayden Winter's hot wet pussy was wrapped around my shaft and we were fucking, balls to the walls. We kissed as Hayden draped her arms about my neck and wrapped her legs around mine. Her pussy was so hot and wet, as only a teenage cunt can be. I was doing long, slow quality strokes. I could feel her wet clam pulsing about my ramrod. My head was in the pillows and her ass was in my hands as I fucked her. Hayden unwrapped her legs and let them dangle in the air above my ass as I plowed her seam. "Oh! Oh! OOOhhh!!!" she cried out as the first waves of orgasm coursed through her. I was holding the cheeks of her ass in both hands of course. Out of curiosity I let my fingertips explore her rear end, found her asshole and gently probed. Sensing no resistance, I boldly probed deeper until I had my social finger knuckle deep into Hayden Winter's backdoor as I fucked her pussy. I was effectively dual-penetrating the young lady. She seemed to be getting off on it. "Let's change," she said, "I want to ride your cock." Hayden Winters straddling my cock was a sight to behold. Again I cupped the cheeks of her ass in both hands as she posted up and down on my rod. Hayden was holding her tits, pinching her nipples, and sighing and moaning as she rode my cock. I could sense she was cumming because of all the love juices squirting from her wet clam. Hayden must have sensed my moment was near because she quickly dismounted, moved down and took my swollen cock in her mouth once more. She made it very wet then started jacking me off. "Cum on me, lover," she gasped. "Cum on my tits." My cock was bursting at the seams; Hayden could sense I was ready to blow. "Cum for me lover," she crooned. "Cum on me. Give me your hot cum!" Oh she was good. Little-Miss-Sweet-and-Innocent holding up her tits with one hand, stroking my cock and dirty-talking like the porn girl she was. "Cum on my tits, Sean! I want it! I want your cum! Give me your cum!" That was it; I blew my load -- another power wad jetted out in hot spurts and splattered all over her proffered pair. "Oh!" Hayden exclaimed, "Wow! That's a LOT of CUM!" I wasn't done yet; three more hot sticky ropes of cum draped across the rounded tops of her breasts. Finally I stopped cumming, and once more Hayden took me in her mouth, sucked me clean, then did that bit where strings of cum stretched from my cockhead to her parted lips. "You really cum a lot, Sean!" There was cum all over the place; her tits were thoroughly splattered, a line of cum escaped her lower lip and drooled down her chin. There were even specks of cum in her hair. I'd really unloaded on the girl. I had Hayden scoot up to me, then I lowered myself to where I could kiss and lick my own cum off her beautiful cum-drenched tits. I made sure to lick up a whole lot, then I moved back up and we shared my cum in an open-mouthed soul kiss; long, slow and lovingly. Finally we broke our kiss. We hugged and held one another, and at some point we dozed off in each other's arms. * * * TRACY -- A Night with Hayden Winters, Part III By Velvet Hammer NOTE TO READERS: This is the final portion of my fantasy about the lovely, luscious Miss Hayden Winters - recently "retired" from doing porn but there are numerous pictures & vid clips of Hayden available on-line - of course! All the usual sex is here - Hayden IS a porn star after all - no violence or nastiness just enjoyable sex -- AND an interesting truth behind this tale; Hayden Winter's remarkable resemblance to Tracy, my true-life high school girlfriend. -- I exploit this angle with a twist at the end of this Part. Please read the preceding portion to get the entire premise, and please remember as you read this is FANTASY. This story is a work of fiction and is intended for people of the age of 18 or older. Cheers -- Velvet Hammer** When we stirred Hayden had to do her run to the bathroom and so did I. "Sex always makes you feel like a glazed donut," Hayden laughed. "Let's take a shower." The hotel bathroom featured a large walk-in shower area with a thick glass door and stone tiles; it was like something out of the Roman Empire. "Ooh!" Hayden squealed, "This is going to be fun." She adjusted the water temperature, then grasped my still semi-solid shaft and led me into our aqueous pleasure chamber. First Hayden soaped my front up, running her hands up and down my body. She paid special attention to my nipples, which are sensitive, and then she soaped my cock and balls. Incredibly, I was becoming stiff again. "Oh my," she uttered, "does it EVER go down?" "I'm good for at least three times in one night," I grinned. "Wow!" Hayden exclaimed. "If you don't mind me saying, that's incredible for a man your age." "Well, I'm not THAT old," I replied, "And anyway, I have a regimen. The right foods and vitamins and plenty of fresh air and exercise." My cock was at full mast and she was stroking it up and down in a fistful of soapsuds. "That's incredible. Your wife must be very happy woman." "She is," I grinned. "She's like you; she loves cum." Then it was my turn to soap up Hayden. I played with her tits, then I had her turn around so I could wedge my cock up in between her round asscheeks as I ran my palms up and down her soapy body, feeling her tits. I rinsed the soap off before fingering her pussy because its not good to get a lot of soap deep down in there. Hayden sighed and moaned as I diddled her clam. Moving my hips, I ran my rod up and down her asscrack until the head of my cock was prodding her tight little anal rosebud. Sensing no resistance, I applied pressure; slow at first but steady. There was no mistaking my intent. Ever the perfect gentleman, I asked permission; "May I . . . enter you . . . 'back there'?" "Oh DEFINITELY!" Hayden surprised me. "Go ahead and fuck me in the ass! I love it!" This surprised me; of the few rare occasions in my life a woman has permitted me a little of the old 'backdoor action', I have NEVER been urged on so enthusiastically. This was, of course, my first time with a porn star, albeit a retired one. Hayden leaned against the tiles and went up on the balls of her feet as I pressed the blunt head of my hard, hot cock against her tight little butthole. The jets of hot water sprayed down on us. This wasn't like going up her cunt; her asshole was tight. I had to keep withdrawing, then shoving it back in a little harder, pressing it home a little deeper. Finally I withdrew. Hayden looked at me over her shoulder, a puzzled look on her face. I admired her perfectly formed body from behind, her nice round ass. The nice, round ass my cock had been delving just moments before. "Hold that pose, Honey," I said, "Let me get something." I delved into my toiletries bag and retrieved a tube of lotion, then got back into the shower and repositioned myself behind my willing little nymph. My cock went right back in between her wet buttcheeks like it had a mind of its own. "Hold your cheeks open for me, Honey." Hayden dutifully spread her asscheeks, giving me a nice view of her tight little rosebud; a woman's most private place. I squeezed out lotion all over the head of my cock, then scooped up a dollop on a fingertip and gently probed her rear exit. Hayden moaned, "Ooohhh!!!" The girl was ready to 'take it' back there. I pressed my hard cock against her butthole and pressed it home; the swollen head of my cock was in; Hayden's anal orifice gripped me about the rim of my helmet. She was hot and TIGHT 'back there'. "Wait a minute, Lover, give me a second," she breathed. Then, "Okay, you can go deeper." I worked it in and out. Hayden's round ass was nice and tight. Her asscheeks felt good; like a bun around my hotdog. She was taking it like a champ but I could tell she wasn't quite loosened up, yet." "Okay hold on," she said quietly. "Okay you can go deeper. How far in are you? A couple inches?" "All the way, Baby." "REALLY?" "Yep. Balls to the walls, Baby!" "WOW! It doesn't feel like it's that far in! I must be taking it better than I thought!" "The whole nine inches, Baby!" "Oh WOW, Lover! I'm taking it in the ass! You're fucking me in the ass!" That was just so damn hot. It was hot enough to be tagging Little-Miss-Sweet-and-Innocent up the kiester, but to hear such words drop from her lips was such a contrast, such a dichotomy. Then; "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me in the A-A-A-S-S-S-S-S-S-!-!-!" Of course this was my third go around of the evening, so even given the hotness and tightness of young Miss Hayden Winters asshole, it was taking me a bit to work up a head of steam. Standing in the shower, my arms about a beautiful, naked, nineteen-year-old porn star facing away from me, with my cock up her beautiful ass. With every thrust Hayden was moaning; I was grunting like an alligator as I pegged her on my pole. As I thrust into her and upward from behind Hayden had to go up on her tip-toes. I was even lifting her off the floor. Lifting the girl off the floor, her butt impaled on my hard cock. It was incredible. I had a handful of young tit, my other hand holding her steady about her hip. When I moved one hand down to diddle her clit, Hayden started to go into an orgasmic state. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Then, more quietly, almost a whimper; "Fuck me, Sean. Fuck my little asshole! Fuck me in the ass!" Well that just about did it. My cock started to swell up deep inside her. The head of my cock started to spasm and vibrate, and then suddenly I was shooting my load deep into her asshole. "Uh! Uh! UH-H-H-H-H-H-H-!-!-!" I grunted as I shot white hot cum deep into her bowels. "Ooooohhh-!-!-!" Hayden collapsed and melted in my arms, still impaled on my pole. We remained connected for a period of time that could have been mere moments but seemed like half an hour as the shower's jets still steamed down. Finally I withdrew a bit and Hayden climbed up and off my rod and there was an almost audible < pop! > as the head of my cock slipped out of her browneye. Hayden turned, put her arms about my neck and pressed her naked body against mine and we shared an open-mouthed, French tongue-kiss. "Oh Lover, I forgot how GOOD that feels!" A Night with Hayden Winters Ch. 02 This sent a charge to my cock. Hayden looked down. "Oh, I guess its time for some cleanup!" and with that she started to scrub my length. As I grew harder in her hand Hayden exclaimed, "Really? REALLY? Again?" "No I don't think so," I chuckled. "Three times is my standard for an evening. Here, turn around. Let me clean YOU up." Hayden turned, placed her arms on the wall and spread her legs, like she was about to be frisked by the cops. I took the bar of soap and worked it up and down her buttcrack. "Oooh, careful Lover; its sensitive back there!" (To be continued -- V.H.) A Night with Hayden Winters Ch. 03 NOTE TO READERS: This is the final portion of my fantasy about the lovely, luscious Miss Hayden Winters - recently "retired" from doing porn but there are numerous pictures & vid clips of Hayden available on-line - of course! All the usual sex is here - Hayden IS a porn star after all - no violence or nastiness just enjoyable sex -- AND an interesting truth behind this tale; Hayden Winter's remarkable resemblance to Tracy, my true-life high school girlfriend. -- I exploit this angle with a twist at the end of this Part. Please read the preceding portion to get the entire premise, and please remember as you read this is FANTASY. This story is a work of fiction and is intended for people of the age of 18 or older. Cheers -- Velvet Hammer** * When we stirred Hayden had to do her run to the bathroom and so did I. "Sex always makes you feel like a glazed donut," Hayden laughed. "Let's take a shower." The hotel bathroom featured a large walk-in shower area with a thick glass door and stone tiles; it was like something out of the Roman Empire. "Ooh!" Hayden squealed, "This is going to be fun." She adjusted the water temperature, then grasped my still semi-solid shaft and led me into our aqueous pleasure chamber. First Hayden soaped my front up, running her hands up and down my body. She paid special attention to my nipples, which are sensitive, and then she soaped my cock and balls. Incredibly, I was becoming stiff again. "Oh my," she uttered, "does it EVER go down?" "I'm good for at least three times in one night," I grinned. "Wow!" Hayden exclaimed. "If you don't mind me saying, that's incredible for a man your age." "Well, I'm not THAT old," I replied, "And anyway, I have a regimen. The right foods and vitamins and plenty of fresh air and exercise." My cock was at full mast and she was stroking it up and down in a fistful of soapsuds. "That's incredible. Your wife must be very happy woman." "She is," I grinned. "She's like you; she loves cum." Then it was my turn to soap up Hayden. I played with her tits, then I had her turn around so I could wedge my cock up in between her round asscheeks as I ran my palms up and down her soapy body, feeling her tits. I rinsed the soap off before fingering her pussy because its not good to get a lot of soap deep down in there. Hayden sighed and moaned as I diddled her clam. Moving my hips, I ran my rod up and down her asscrack until the head of my cock was prodding her tight little anal rosebud. Sensing no resistance, I applied pressure; slow at first but steady. There was no mistaking my intent. Ever the perfect gentleman, I asked permission; "May I . . . enter you . . . 'back there'?" "Oh DEFINITELY!" Hayden surprised me. "Go ahead and fuck me in the ass! I love it!" This surprised me; of the few rare occasions in my life a woman has permitted me a little of the old 'backdoor action', I have NEVER been urged on so enthusiastically. This was, of course, my first time with a porn star, albeit a retired one. Hayden leaned against the tiles and went up on the balls of her feet as I pressed the blunt head of my hard, hot cock against her tight little butthole. The jets of hot water sprayed down on us. This wasn't like going up her cunt; her asshole was tight. I had to keep withdrawing, then shoving it back in a little harder, pressing it home a little deeper. Finally I withdrew. Hayden looked at me over her shoulder, a puzzled look on her face. I admired her perfectly formed body from behind, her nice round ass. The nice, round ass my cock had been delving just moments before. "Hold that pose, Honey," I said, "Let me get something." I delved into my toiletries bag and retrieved a tube of lotion, then got back into the shower and repositioned myself behind my willing little nymph. My cock went right back in between her wet buttcheeks like it had a mind of its own. "Hold your cheeks open for me, Honey." Hayden dutifully spread her asscheeks, giving me a nice view of her tight little rosebud; a woman's most private place. I squeezed out lotion all over the head of my cock, then scooped up a dollop on a fingertip and gently probed her rear exit. Hayden moaned, "Ooohhh!!!" The girl was ready to 'take it' back there. I pressed my hard cock against her butthole and pressed it home; the swollen head of my cock was in; Hayden's anal orifice gripped me about the rim of my helmet. She was hot and TIGHT 'back there'. "Wait a minute, Lover, give me a second," she breathed. Then, "Okay, you can go deeper." I worked it in and out. Hayden's round ass was nice and tight. Her asscheeks felt good; like a bun around my hotdog. She was taking it like a champ but I could tell she wasn't quite loosened up, yet." "Okay hold on," she said quietly. "Okay you can go deeper. How far in are you? A couple inches?" "All the way, Baby." "REALLY?" "Yep. Balls to the walls, Baby!" "WOW! It doesn't feel like it's that far in! I must be taking it better than I thought!" "The whole nine inches, Baby!" "Oh WOW, Lover! I'm taking it in the ass! You're fucking me in the ass!" That was just so damn hot. It was hot enough to be tagging Little-Miss-Sweet-and-Innocent up the kiester, but to hear such words drop from her lips was such a contrast, such a dichotomy. Then; "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me in the A-A-A-S-S-S-S-S-S-!-!-!" Of course this was my third go around of the evening, so even given the hotness and tightness of young Miss Hayden Winters asshole, it was taking me a bit to work up a head of steam. Standing in the shower, my arms about a beautiful, naked, nineteen-year-old porn star facing away from me, with my cock up her beautiful ass. With every thrust Hayden was moaning; I was grunting like an alligator as I pegged her on my pole. As I thrust into her and upward from behind Hayden had to go up on her tip-toes. I was even lifting her off the floor. Lifting the girl off the floor, her butt impaled on my hard cock. It was incredible. I had a handful of young tit, my other hand holding her steady about her hip. When I moved one hand down to diddle her clit, Hayden started to go into an orgasmic state. "Oh yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" Then, more quietly, almost a whimper; "Fuck me, Sean. Fuck my little asshole! Fuck me in the ass!" Well that just about did it. My cock started to swell up deep inside her. The head of my cock started to spasm and vibrate, and then suddenly I was shooting my load deep into her asshole. "Uh! Uh! UH-H-H-H-H-H-H-!-!-!" I grunted as I shot white hot cum deep into her bowels. "Ooooohhh-!-!-!" Hayden collapsed and melted in my arms, still impaled on my pole. We remained connected for a period of time that could have been mere moments but seemed like half an hour as the shower's jets still steamed down. Finally I withdrew a bit and Hayden climbed up and off my rod and there was an almost audible < pop! > as the head of my cock slipped out of her browneye. Hayden turned, put her arms about my neck and pressed her naked body against mine and we shared an open-mouthed, French tongue-kiss. "Oh Lover, I forgot how GOOD that feels!" This sent a charge to my cock. Hayden looked down. "Oh, I guess its time for some cleanup!" and with that she started to scrub my length. As I grew harder in her hand Hayden exclaimed, "Really? REALLY? Again?" "No I don't think so," I chuckled. "Three times is my standard for an evening. Here, turn around. Let me clean YOU up." Hayden turned, placed her arms on the wall and spread her legs, like she was about to be frisked by the cops. I took the bar of soap and worked it up and down her buttcrack. "Oooh, careful Lover; its sensitive back there!" * * * I saw Hayden off at the door. She didn't want me to take her all the way down to the lobby; it didn't look right. In fact, it attracted unwanted attention in a business activity that was in a legal gray area. Hayden was in her gray business suit and heels, I was in my loose pajama bottoms, my snorkel still semi-stiff, semi-hard out front. As we kissed goodnight Hayden grasped my pole through my pajamas like she was shaking hands and line of pre-cum squirted out. "Oh, WOW you really ARE incredible, Sean. What are you going to do now? Do you want me to come back in and spend the night?" "Well I'd like that but no, I've got an early flight." Hayden fished in her purse and presented me her card. "Here, call me anytime. Next time you're in town. Anytime." "Thanks, I will. And Hayden . . ." "Yes?" "Thank you -- it was meaningful!" "Why THANK YOU -- that's so sweet of you to say it like that! I enjoyed it, too!" Another little kiss on the lips. Then she did it again; the little sweeping of that strand of hair back behind her ear, the gesture identical to what my Tracy used to do. Which prompted, almost as an afterthought, a question that opened a whole can of worms. "Hayden, is it okay if I ask you a personal question?" "Well, I guess so. I mean, we've just been about as intimate as a man and a woman can be. Shoot." "Your information online says you're from San Diego." "Yes, that's right." "Were you born there?" "No, I was born in Seattle, actually, but I grew up in San Diego so I call that my home town. That, and you really don't want to put a lot of personal information out there on the 'net." "I was wondering about that. Your name -- Hayden Winters -- that's a stage name, isn't it?" "That's right. I took my mother's maiden name for my first name, and then because there isn't any winter to speak of in San Diego, and I miss my winters from up north, that's where the second name came from. Why do you ask?" "Your mother's name isn't Tracy, by any chance, was it?" "How did you know that?" The look on her face went from puzzled, to scandalous realization, to one of appalling shock. I'm sure the look on my face said it all. My high school girlfriend's name was Tracy Hayden --I'd just learned that her nineteen-year-old daughter is a porn star and a whore. A whore with whom I'd just spent a very pleasurable evening. And now the cat was out of the bag, and we both knew it. To her credit, Hayden quickly recovered her savoir-faire. Her eyes narrowed. "Do this mean what I think it means?" "I think so. It sure looks that way." "Well I can't leave now. I think we need to have a conversation." Bless her heart, the girl was handling with astonishing ease and sophistication. I stood back and waved Hayden back into the hotel room. The End.