1 comments/ 55449 views/ 6 favorites Tara in Porn By: Tarainspace The First time I stood at the top of the stairs, my short tartan skirt moving gently around my hips. I looked down at the camera lens as it looked up between my legs. I wondered if it saw the tiny pink bow of my satin thong, covering my freshly waxed pubis. I was wearing Cindy my favourite underwear. Gracefully one foot at a time I descended the stairs, aware my skirt hem moved across my silky firm thighs. Hiding just in the motions of the pleated kilt the full smooth hidden lips encased in their shiny prison. I was sexually alive, and even partly covered my body was on display. The camera moved up and over the waist band of my skirt to the naked plain of my midriff, and the tiny silver butterfly glinting from my navel. The camera continued to examine me. The presentation of female flesh in a market place full of invisible voyeurs; I shivered as I continue down the stairs and the camera ever upwards to the ceiling, taking in on its way, my palpitating tummy, my light pink crop top tied in a large bow, between my full firm breasts, and my bouncy brunet hair. I knew the camera could see in the way my breasts moved inside the confines of my top, my large nipples rubbed hard by the silky material, showing that I was both nervous and excited. The last two steps and then there would be no turning back. This was my first dramatic entrance onto the movie set. I was hot, embarrassed, edgy and surprisingly wet. The camera man moved around the back of me as I stepped into the huge open plan lounge, my skirt flouncing around my thighs, to show a glimpse of bare cheeks rubbing against each other, merely showing a hint of the pink satin that was cupping me, and the string that disappeared between them. I was now inside a digital reality, that was me, and yet not me. Here I was the quintessential slut, hot and wet, and desiring nothing more than sexual gratification or as my ex-boyfriend would say, in need of a good seeing to. I giggled. I was embarrassed and no I wasn't; confused and full of emotions and turmoil yes. But still I felt my body wanting something more. It craved for the hardness of a man, but would that be enough, in some ways it frightened me for I felt my control going, my body searching for the ultimate thrill. Since my first orgasm with my fingers, and the aching need for my first man, my body had looked for something more, that fire which would burn away all my inhibitions and my morality. Would I find it here doing the unthinkable? I turned slightly to the left, my fingers flicking the hem upwards for the man sliding the camera under my skirt and looked for my partner. Tara Richardson A grade student now in her first porn movie to pay of her credit card. I had seen my partner, just before I went upstairs with Jenny the makeup girl to change. Dirk Rammer, the name was pure studio generated. He was six foot-one, and beautifully shaped without being a body builder, in shorts and T shirt he was going to be fixing my television, and I was going to tease him and he was going to fuck me. He had the experience, the looks and the confidence, as for me I had the body and the naivety. Meeting for the first time just thirty minutes ago, those intense blue eyes that held and teased me, with assurance and coolness, his masculinity transmitted through his huge hand over mine. I shivered with the memory, as my nipples rubbed against their silk confinement. I had done glamour modelling, from short skirts and tiny tops, to underwear, then without the bra. Finally when my panties did come off I learned two things. My first was about the pain of waxing, and the second how it felt to feel a man inside me for the first time. The director had asked straight out at the audition, where my breasts for real, I had lifted them more in devilment at my embarrassment of being down to my panties, in front of three strangers. The eyes and my cold hard nipples had got me the role and the chance to cut my credit card bill down to a reasonable size. He was kneeling as I walked right up to him, my hips swaying my body moving within the little I wore. He looked up at my parted thighs, offering him the view hardly hidden by the hem of my skirt. I shivered and began to gyrate slowly in front of him, my soft sensual body teasing the hard man at my feet. I was playing now to both cameras, my lustful eyes to the mobile camera, whilst my body displayed itself to the main camera on the tripod. Immediately they disappeared from my mind as I looked down, our eyes meeting again. I was hot for him, and he knew it. I wanted him to take me, not softly like a lover, but hard like a man who wanted to conquer me. Slowly my hands began to work with my body, roaming over my belly up along the curving hills of my breasts, just grazing the silk over my hard and swollen nipples, and then down they moved back across the concave valley of my stomach, to the hem of my skirt lifting the material with the flutter of a small bird's wing, revealing my tight fitting pink satin panties. Showing to the camera my camel toe definition encased inside. I bent slightly along my hip, feeling the hem of my tiny micro mini ride high over my bottom. The camera man moved in behind me, taking my bare cheeks clenched tight over the string of my thong, showing the soft yet firm cushions. I was wringing wet and so hot I felt dizzy. This was my fantasy to be mastered to be taken by this hard man, my eyes begged for him. I wanted his experience to wipe out my naivety. To show me what was hidden inside my body. I knew from the movies I had been given, what the script was, and what would be expected of me. Yet strangely the thought of being in front of strangers and cameras had turned me on. I jumped out of my reflexions when his hand touched my knee, fingers spreading like a fan to move along my quivering thigh. Slowly he stood up towering over me, his hand remaining stopped now just below the hem of my skirt. Now it was my turn to look up at the incredibly handsome Greek statue. Short blond hair curled around his ears, and along his forehead. Intense blue eyes separated by the straight bridge of his nose, stripped me of everything. I was helpless, he was all powerful, and my body craved for him. The delicate lips smiled, emphasizing in their softness his granite chin below. Two firm tendons sculptured the lines of his neck down to where they met the T shirt, the thin cotton taught around his chest and hard belly, leading my eyes to his shorts and the enormous bulge beneath the worn denim cut offs. The mobile camera man moved in close, along with the still's photographer. I ignored them again, as my skin felt the absence of his fingers. A moment later the pressure of both hands returned to my shivering flesh. Roaming down the small of my back, and over my skirt to hold my quivering behind. Gently, yet in command of me, I felt him pull me onto his bulging crutch, as his tongue opened my lips in a kiss that burned like fire. There was nothing soft about Dirk, and I felt the heat of his body begin to melt mine. His huge hands covered my bottom, and I wiggled a little and received a playful spank for it. His hands slid up my spine as his tongue explored my mouth, licking my moisture commanding my tongue to lie still as he explored me. Gently he grasped my hair and pulled my head back away from his lips, arching my back to show my thrusting breasts held inside my flimsy top. He pulled the bow between them and they leaped free of their open prison waiting like eager puppies to be stroked and touched. I felt my heart beating so hard that I was afraid it could be heard. It felt so right my left breast nestled lovingly in the huge hand that held it, my nipple feeling the hard skin of his thumb as it pushed my rigid teat from side to side. I looked into his eyes as they held me spellbound. Around me everything disappeared we were alone, and I was his. Still holding my hair, his right hand released my breast to a protest moan from my lips. Slowly it travelled over the flat plain of my tummy to the edge of my tartan mini skirt. He looked down at me his eyes catching the light from the window, and in a deft touch of his fingers my skirt slid off my hips to caress my skin on its way to the floor, his hand following it down to my welcoming thighs. The knowledge in his fingers as they cupped my swollen wet sex, the shiny satin material of my thong helping to let his hand slide under me. I was hot, and a little scared by this giant of a man, yet strangely not even embarrassed by others watching me being stripped naked for his pleasure. My body was now just so responsive to his touch I could no longer control it. A single finger stroked me along my hidden swollen lips and I reached up on tip toe to slide my hands around his neck and kiss his stubble cheek. "My god Tara you are soaking wet," he whispered in a gravelly voice that sent goose bumps over my skin. "Then you know what I want Dirk," I replied my voice hardly a whisper. His hand left me and I panted for him to return. Up on my hips his fingers curled around the waist band of my thong, I shook my head, and murmured. "Rip them off please," I begged. I felt his arm tense his fingers slide under the elastic curling like a mechanical claw. Lifting my thong upwards I gasped in shock as it scrunched up parting my swollen lips to the camera, and rubbing along my aching button, I looked at him arching outwards as though suspended on my panties. Suddenly with a tearing sound the material gave way in his hand, and my body was naked and free. He held up the soaking wet rag and sniffed me through it, nuzzling down to my neck he threw them at the director and whispered. "You know what happens to little girls who play with fire." I shivered and melted into his body. My naked unrestrained flesh now on display for all three cameras, and of course the voyeur who would watch me on the flat screen, but never be with me. Slowly my hands roamed over his T shirt, feeling the ridges of hardness under the thin cotton cloth. I wanted to lick him, and taste him. I quickly pulled off his T shirt and looked at the cliff wall of muscles before me. My fingers lost on the plains and indentation of his flesh. Gradually my lips and tongue worked around the mounds of his pecs, their nipples hard points seeing nothing but showing something of what was happening inside this sculptured maleness. There was nothing small about this man, my hands lost on a dessert of tanned rippling flesh. Slowly I sank to the floor; in the slave girl pose my eager thighs parted wide to show I wanted him. . My fingers shook as I began to loosen the shorts, his bulge now showing my wide eyes what waited for a girl who plays with the inferno of her emotions. Slowly I pull them down over his hips and over his oak tree thighs not daring to look up. Quickly he steps out of them and I look up at my mountain, his powerful thighs leading my eyes to his curving manhood, and the twin balls hanging loose in their sac below. My hands move up his thighs lost on the sheer size of them, his balls moving against each other, hidden under the curving thickness of his shaft. I gently almost with reverence cup his eggs, and I lower my head to pay homage to them. Above the veins of his penis pump blood around and into the shaft, to show me the growing length. There was nothing small about this man for he is a giant of muscle blood and sheer animal attraction. He was the breeding stallion. I brought my head down feeling his shaft resting on my cushion of hair. I kiss the left ball and then the right, licking each one of his testicals. Slowly I suckled the left drawing it past my open lips to rest on my tongue, filling the cavity of my mouth. I look up and shiver at the growing thickness of the assertive shaft. I close my eyes and play with its partner in my fingers as I suck on the male plum. I open my mouth letting one escape so I can lay the other on the bed of my tongue, I quiver wondering how many girls have tasted them. Reluctantly I let them go to hang back waiting. Like a moth mesmerized by the light, I move up to the shaft taking it in my fingers, feeling it throb down my tips to show me it was growing ever longer ever thicker. I pull my head away from the essence of the man to take in the view. My vagina tenses, at what my eyes see in the comparison of both my hands, lost on its length my fingers unable to encircle its thickness. It is a womb kisser, and I feel like a virgin again lost on this mountain of a man. I move my head and in homage plant a kiss on the head taking the distillation of this man on my lips. We are alone; the sounds around me are gone, only what I hold in my hand is my world, my very being. It curves gently and like the rest of Dirk it is all in proportion with him. My last boyfriend who made me gasp was half the size of this. I lick it wanting it inside me, filling me till I burst; I want to play to the camera, to Dirk and tease them both. I look up and Dirk's eyes smile back down, they see another girl, another hopeful, another fuck. I run my tongue underneath licking and tasting his heated maleness. I gaze down from the tip its length seeming to disappear into the light soft curls of his hair. The skin feels hot and hard the veins running around like ivy on a tree trunk. I open my mouth and tentatively try to take the head between my teeth, immediately shivering as I realize how wide my vagina must open to take him. It pushes without pretence for apologies to lie on the soft bed of my tongue. I gag, but quickly steady to take slow deep breaths. I suckle furtively trying to lick underneath tasting the rich salty extract of a man. I look up into the camera lens my mouth full of cock. I cup the heavy balls and begin to stroke along the length of the stone hard shaft, my head moving forward sliding the huge dome to the back of my throat. I slip my hand down from his balls and underneath the granite cheeks of his bottom. He stiffens and I lick around the head, as my finger slips between the soft undersides of his cheeks. Quickly I release the head from my aching jaw, and run my tongue underneath licking along the satin skin, all the way down to Dirk's balls, up and around kissing the hardness, stroking it and wondering how many countless other girls have done this before. Gently I bite the skin scraping along the taught flesh, I am rewarded by Dirk's thighs clenching, as my teeth graze his skin and my finger nails teases the tiny spiders web of his ass. He is a powerful man capable of doing anything to me. Yet at this moment he is mine as I open my lips to welcome the head back into my mouth. Slowly inhaling I impale myself on the shaft. I gag but refuse my body to pull away, the size and hardness was choking me making my eyes water, but I wanted him, oh my god how I wanted him. This man of stone, iron and so much masculine brutality. My hands clung to the small of his back, with a passion that increased as I sucked him more regularly, and the excitement of my lips and tongue was making my breasts and sex throb. Between my parted thighs I felt liquid flowing, like the saliva that was bathing Dirk's member. My body was ready to be speared, to die on his hardness. I sensed his belly muscles tighten, my thighs clench, and the raw power coming through between my stretched lips. With a sharp tug on my hair he withdrew from my mouth, and bending down effortlessly lifted me. I moved licking my lips for the camera, as he walked beside me his cock swaying across his hips showing me how far he would go inside me. The leather couch looked vast like the house and the man. I sat down against the cushions my thighs parted wide my feet firmly on the floor, the camera moved in close to show my readiness and my wetness. Dirk towered over me his arrogant cock jutting outwards. Unhurriedly he knelt between my legs and I felt his hard body on my inner quivering thighs, he smiled but it was not love, only the acknowledgement he was ready to give me a good seeing to. I arched as he brought the cockhead to my open lips and pulled back the foreskin to show the head, another eager wet cunt to be explored and filled. Gently he stroked my button sending pulsating pleasure into my body as it kissed the slit, down almost to my anal ring and up to my swelling pubis he stroked me gently at first, and then increasing the tempo into a fast rhythm that was making my face and neck flush. I could not help it and let out a moan, Dirk's smiled again this time he was watching my every reaction. He continued to stroke me as he took my left nipple the most sensitive, and spreading my own juices on its tip gently massaged it into a swollen throbbing point, I shivered as his cock continued to massage my sex, I tried to move and Dirk patted me on the belly to stay still. He was in control. I wanted him and he knew it, but the job came first, and he was playing me to the camera, like a soloist virtuoso. I wanted the pain of my first time, I wanted something I had never experienced before, something hard and demanding, so deep so hard so pitiless not even my crying for it to stop would effect it. But I didn't want him to stop; my nipple eagerly went to his fingers, my clit to kiss his cock head, my sex weeping for him. I moaned again unable now to control myself, Dirk looked down. "Baby you are so wet your ass so shiny from your dripping cunt, are you going to tell me what you want hun?" I moaned "Come on baby tell daddy what you want." He was playing to the camera I was still feeling the hard cock rubbing me mercilessly. "Please I gasped Please." "What is it baby tell Daddy." "Please Dirk?" I cried out now close to my orgasm, but wanting him so much inside me. "What does my baby girl want?" "Oh fuck me Dirk, please fuck me daddy." I arched and gasped it felt huge for a moment there was pain as I tried to accommodate its hardness its thickness, and the power of the body behind it, my hands went instinctively to his stone belly to hold him back. But I was being serviced by his cock, I gasped winced as the pain for a moment returned, to be followed by a fullness I had never experienced, so full I wanted to burst. The camera man came in close to see me swallow the monster I was feeling advancing to my tummy. "Take it baby, that's it take it all." His voice sounding reassuring as I squirmed underneath him to get comfortable with my insides churning over and around him as he filled me. He stopped and I took in a deep breath, Taking my left leg he lifted it and gently hooking it around his right arm pulled it away to open me to the camera and my eyes, as I saw to my amazement he was buried up to his belly in me. I looked up into his eyes and immediately felt his power again his control over me, I looked down and saw the shaft slide out of me shiny from my own shamelessness. It was huge like a pipe, but I wanted it so deep inside me, I squinted and gasped and looked back up at Dirk. My body my eyes my lips wanting him. "Hang on baby it's time for your fucking." The power was there as I hung onto his arms as he worked my body on his shaft, in this position I could do nothing but literally watch myself being fucked hard. See my swollen wet lips surrounding him; my clit rubbed along the bone hard pole. It felt like an iron piston as he thrust in and out of me like a machine stretching me and filling me. I could feel my aching nipples, my petals lay open my button rubbing along the heated stem. It hurt when he thrust in hard, and yet pulling out I moaned for him to return. I watched fascinated by the depth of my vagina, as I took him into me, my sex pulsating and clenching around him. But my devil was back there inside me the strange feeling from the pain making me glow, he was hard he was brutal and my body was responding. He was tensing now working me avoiding the pleasure he wanted from emptying those heavy balls inside me filling me, and watching his sperm running out of me. It wasn't in the script. Tara in Porn Ch. 02 It had been nearly six months, and several phone calls from the director, with hints of more money, and again my unavoidable rising credit card bill. Now found me in a short flowery dress, exploring Amber's beautiful mouth, her tongue flicking against mine, as we both discovered the welcoming hollows. Our kiss had lasted seconds or minutes I had no idea, for time remained suspended. I wanted to drink her down taste her essence. I felt her hands move to the small of my back, just touching the curving rise of my bottom, now clearly defined in the tight thin dress. Underneath my body throbbed, I was wet and hungry, my eager button swelling, hardening, and now seeking refuge in the hardness of Amber's pubic bone. I was totally turned on, my erection so strong that it felt like an enormous bud ready to burst. I squeezed one of Amber's thighs between mine. Unaware of what I was doing, only feeling the sensual power of her hard flesh, and the lithe movements of my pelvis, rubbing my aching sex against the ridged muscles of her leg. The script again was pure visual. Amber lifted my skirt to show the camera my bare bottom clenched over the string of my thong. There I parted my thighs slightly so the camera could look up between my legs and see my smooth full lips hidden behind their lace prison. Their on my skin Amber's cool palms, and her long fingernails scraped across my tender flesh. I wanted her to slide under me, hold, stroke, and enter me. I was hot and wanton. I wiggled, my skirt moving across my thighs teasing the camera with shadows. I gently lowered my lips away from her, slowly travelling down her neck and onto the cliff edge of her chest; aware the camera had not moved away from my bottom. I gently pulled the chords of her bikini top releasing her small breasts with their large extended nipples. In my hands they waited for my lips and tongue. Flicking both and then sucking the left swollen nipple onto my tongue, I was instantly rewarded with a groan from Amber, and in devilment I gently scraped my teeth along her sensitive skin Her hand spanked my bottom in reprisal, and then with a smile she pushed me away towards the bed. I flopped down onto the Mattress aware the hem of my skirt had rode up to show my soaking wet sex encased in its white lacy cell. I giggled, slipped out of my dress and threw it across the bedroom, as Amber stood between my open thighs her fingers sliding down from her belly, to the waist band of her tight blue denim shorts. They took a moment to peel of and continue the curves and slender lines of her ebony body. Taller than me, Amber was long and svelte. The singular girl with her long boyish legs, her hard knees, and those beautifully muscled thighs. The athletic belly with its perfectly aligned muscles, flat and hard, leading down to show in the absence of any hair, a full curving pubis, and the deep closed slit of her sex. She bent and kissed my cunt behind the lace of my thong. I arched to allow her full access to my overheated sex. She patted my lips and we giggled, as I lifted my bottom off the sheet to allow her to remove my thong with a single fluid motion. On the bed naked I arched cupping my breasts in offering along with my trembling thighs, and the rest of my over heated body. My breasts felt swollen and heavy, their nipples perched on the top eager to be touched. I lay back on the bed, the wanton feline licking her lips. I was ripe and Amber knew it She prowled over me catlike, kissing my nose, my lips, my chin and neck. Licking and tasting my overheated skin, her long fingers cupping my left breast, and inside her mouth my nipple burned as she licked, and sucked. It was pure electricity sparking down from my nipple and into my yearning breast. My body suspended on Amber's tongue. I was lost now in a vortex of pleasure, my throbbing body hanging on swirling emotions, seeking the drug of an orgasm, and the pleasure of releasing another burning moment deep into my flesh. She ground her hard pubic bone against mine, and I felt the flutter of sensations meeting in the middle of my belly, I knew the camera was between our legs watching our throbbing heats, so wet and open. I whimpered, feeling this time the pain of Amber's teeth scraping my raw nipple. I was hot wet and almost lost in a welter of sheer lust. She released my white hot nipple, to cool in the air her tongue wandering down over my fluttering belly. I didn't care, my body screamed for her to take me, lifting my hips I opened my thighs even wider, parting my lips exposing the wet inner petals for the camera. I stifled a cry as her wet tongue reached the curving slope of my sex Oh my god I wanted her. Her fingers followed deftly, skilled and efficient as her tongue. They grazed my clitoris, those long fingers running between and against my outer distended lips. I felt my nipples pull against my breasts in their eagerness to be touched again; my belly like an inverted bowl, my raw sex quivering and moulding itself to Ambers demanding hands and tongue. I was so close, but something was missing, I felt it as she spanked my heated sex, and I cried out with shock and pure burning pleasure. Slowly with slow slinky grace she turned over me. To the classic sixty-nine and the sight of her beautiful split bulge thrust forward between her slender boyish legs. The engorged smooth lips closed over her wetness. Welcome to the world of torment and pleasure, I thought. There was no going back we both desired the same thing; we parted our thighs wide for each other, and for our glass lensed voyeur. Even as Amber's fingers entered me,. I wanted her, that voluptuous furrow, that crack, it had to open for me....Oh my god that crack, just the sight of it made me tremble. Her thumb rubbed my bud, and I buried my face in her sex to taste and smell the perfume of her vagina. The tip of my tongue parting those perfect lips to taste the nectar inside the flower, Amber was wet and sweet, her moisture rich with the essence of her sexuality. On the edge of her vulva I licked around her, and moved down to her button, drawing it in my mouth, stimulating it with the flickering tip of my tongue, before drawing it into my lips like a miniature penis. My fingers worked with my tongue, to stroke and run my finger-nail in the crease of her lips; wet now with her moisture. I ran them over Amber's bottom, which obediently rose to let me penetrate the narrow tight orifice of her anal ring. My fingertip felt a moment's resistance then it slid in to her. Only then did Amber cry out. It was now my turn to feel two fingers slide into me gently massaging my G-spot. I was already close and the smell of Amber's lust. The sheer sweetness of her sex was making me shiver. We were dancers on each other's bodies, licking, stoking and sucking, to a choreography that made us both gasp to each other's torment. I trembled and quivered my body a tensile wire burning with pure electricity. I cried out into her sex my heated breath reverberating back as Amber trembled. We were both close, I shuddered and immediately felt her thighs tense, and her fingers those beautiful fingers. The fire suddenly came in a burst of trembling and moaning, as we both fell over the cliff into the whirlpool of our own orgasm. Lying now together we looked at each other unable to speak. I shivered as a spasm of vaginal cramp made me wince. Amber giggled as she ran her finger over her wet chin and offered it to me to lick, I did the same for her, and we both tasted ourselves on the skin of each other. We kissed long and sensual, not wanting the moment to end, but Amber without a word suddenly came off the bed to stand and look down at me. Without a word Amber walked to the open door, turned and smiled at me. Framed in the arch she looked so slender, and so graceful, her tight boyish ass moving with her thighs. I rolled on the bed onto my tummy and wished she would come back. I giggled and parted my thighs inviting her to return. She stopped at the doorway raised a hand and moving into the hallway laughed. "She is all yours, brothers." The high five slap of her slender hand against a much larger one made me jump. The huge black guy filled the doorway, in long grey shorts and a blue T shirt that hung from his muscled frame. Tall, he stood there his polished smooth head, squat nose and large brown eyes missing nothing. "I hope she likes chocolate little sis," he smirked with a grin "Well brother," Amber said licking her lips, "she is all sugar and spice." "Take care sis, and thanks" another younger voice came from behind the first black man. "You too brother," replied Amber with a giggle The black man filling the doorway made me instinctively tense, his black T shirt hid nothing of his bulk, like the picture printed on it of a smoking Bob Marley, both sets of eyes looked down at me on the bed. "Come on brother let me have a look at the white pussy?" "Sure," he said in a deep basement voice, and moved to the side to let a younger slender black man this time in green shorts and a ripped t-shirt stare at me. "Now look at that, is that not one hell of a white ass brother?" "Sure is, and hot and wet thanks to Amber." "Hi baby this here is Jamal, and I'm Jerome, said the young man, "and" he smirked, "we come to fuck you good and hard." I didn't look at him, I was hot wet and shivering not from cold, but from my own body's shadows. They had come the four horses of my apocalypse. These were men, hard and brutal men, they would expect me to please them, give myself to them, to be used and if necessary abused strictly for their own pleasure. This was pure porn movie stuff, or was it? Somewhere someone would watch me being fucked, a completed stranger watching my body arching to the demands of these hard black men. I feared them and what they would do to me, and that was turning me on. My two horsemen of the four, domination and conquest. They moved silently to either side of the bed. I tried to get up but a firm hand on the small of my back pushed me down into the mattress. I cried out and was rewarded with a slap that burned my right cheek. "Now that is what I call a pert white ass," said Jerome, stroking my heated cheek. "I can only say," he continued "our balls sure aren't coming to any harm, however hard they slap those cushions." I instinctively closed my thighs, and immediately felt two huge hands pulling them apart. "Now why did you do that girl? Said Jamal, "we just want to see what Amber enjoyed." I tried to move but the hand in my back held me down. "Wow brother now that's what I call a sweet smooth pussy." Jamal chuckled. I felt a thick finger parting my lips, sliding down between them to stroke my button; I let our moan and felt the finger dip into me. "Shit she is tight." Jerome said in a surprised voice. I squirmed for it felt so hard after Amber's loving tongue, and fingers. "You ever had chocolate girl?" said Jerome. I could only squirm on the finger inside me. "Now just relax girl and enjoy. Cause after us, your boyfriend won't even touch the sides." He spanked my ass this time my left cheek. "Fuck is she going to scream," Jamal said and they both laughed together. I felt the finger move stroking inside me, I moaned and lifted my bottom slightly. "You like girl." I looked at him, my body language a contradiction of my words. "Please let me go." I squirmed "Well girl, when your tight pussy lets me go," he laughed I tried desperately to relax, but the finger was tormenting me. "Seems this white pussy wants to suck in chocolate brother," He pulled out of me and licked his wet finger. "Like Amber says, sugar and spice." The spank echoed around the room adding more burning colour to my cheeks, I writhed as another finger this time from the feel of it thicker and stubbier slid down between my swollen lips, and was thrust hard into me. I let out a whimper. Jamal laughed, "already begging for it girl." I shook my head and felt the finger stretch the walls of my vagina. I tried to think to reassure myself, but it was impossible, the old dark shadows and the horses were coming. The finger withdrew, and he tasted me "Tell you what brother no balls have been emptied into this cunt for a while." "Turn girl, and lay on your back, your head towards me, it's time to suck before we fuck." The rap voice clearly sang to me. "Do it girl and let's see what you have to offer us." said Jerome. I reluctantly turned and heard him cry out, "Mother fucker will you look at those big white tities. I'm getting hard looking at them wobble." Both stroked their bulging crutches, and their hands moved away to cover each of my breasts. Their calloused palms rubbing my aching nipples raw, I panted, and the men laughed. My captive breasts burned as they squeezed them hard, puckering my nipples to rub in their hot rough palms. Instinctively I bowed, my thighs parting wider finally offering them my flesh "Fuck! Will you look at the swell of that cunt." said Jamal his voice cold and deep. "Yea maybe she wants something," laughed Jerome. "I wonder what that is brother?" Both men laughed. I looked down at the contrasting colour of their skins against mine, their hands so rough, yet sending shards of pleasure down into my belly. The camera moved between my open thighs, as my belly became concave to lead the lens to the full curving shape of my smooth pubis. I felt a hand lift from my breasts and move quickly down to cup my sex, the huge hand feeling like a rough old woollen blanket on my heated swollen lips. I moaned, squirmed and wiggled against the hand. "Baby you sure eager for something," said Jamal, thrusting another thick finger into me , his thumb massaging my button. I closed my eyes feeling him inside me, my body writhing to his tormenting digits. "Come on brother," said Jerome. "Time to make her never want her boyfriend again," he laughed pulling off his T-shirts, to reveal a fine definition of muscles. I watched and gasped as he pulled down his shorts revealing as they moved down his thighs and knees, the growing length of his ebony shaft. Finally, it popped out clear, a pole of smooth hard ebony, curving over a large pair of hanging balls. It was so dark, yet a gloss shone over the skin. His body was hard not an ounce of fat, all of that had gone into his cock. Deliberately his hand pulled back the skin to reveal the huge head now encircled by his fist, and smiling pulled the hand clear of his cock. The fingers still closed as though around the shaft, to show me how open my vagina will be. "There baby a lollipop for you to lick and suck." I could only stare and shiver at its size. Stepping forward to the edge of the bed he pulled me over so my head hung down, and taking my hair let the cock head kiss my lips. "Open up girl time to get me ready, for that pretty white cunt of yours." I unlocked my mouth and felt the huge head forcing me to accommodate it on my tongue. Automatically I went up to slide my fingers along the shaft feeling the blood pumping along it, the iron turning to steel. I gagged trying to stop it hitting the back of my throat. My eyes started to water, as I looked up at the sheer length of it. He laughed. "Now you be careful babe to keep those teeth out of the way, you hear." He held my head as he moved the cock inside me. All I could do was stare along the length and shudder. My throat was burning and gagging as the huge head forced me to open. It was asphyxiating me, but he was not going to let me go. My hand moved up to hold his balls, feeling their weight and size, as I retched on his cock trying to slide down into my throat. "That's it baby, relax you can take it." His plums moved in my hand rubbing against each other. His baby makers, that hung full and heavy in their black velvet bag. I wanted to suckle them, and taste them, but he kept his cock firmly wedged in my throat. I tried to ease my throat and suddenly felt the hardness open me, and slide down. Shocked by the depth it reached, and my response to this iron flesh, I found I could just breathe in short little gasps. "Fuck, fuck, brother look at her take me, she wants all of this prime black meat." I looked up feeling my throat on fire swollen and raw as my hand squeezed his balls. A gargled moan left my lips, when the huge hand of Jamal once again completely covered my weeping sex, and gently began grinding my button against his palm. Jerome spanked my breast and rubbed my nipples between his fingers. Both seemed to be working me to a routine of firmness and domination. I tried to look down between my stretched taught breasts, but all I could see was the bare shoulders, and the head of Jamal. I gagged from another thrust from Jerome. I was a mess of emotions hardly able to breath; I was feeling something different as the two men played with my body. A cock was strangling me, and yet making me climb the mountain to my orgasm from another direction. Arching I was presenting the camera and the men with my body, now on display open and grinding mercilessly against the large hand of Jamal, as Jerome's black cock filled my gaping mouth. I sensed more than felt Jamal drop down between my legs, his huge hands resting on my parted thighs. I wanted it, even with men this size. As I gasped for air my breasts swelled, and grew heavy, and my nipples hardened to tight painful points, that ached for the return of those hands, those fingers their rough hard skin. On the bed as I swallowed and gagged on Jerome's cock, I was aching for Jamal to thrust into me. The four horses were running inside me now controlling me. All over me the sensations burned on every centre meter of my skin, and inside I cried silently wanting what was to come. Jamal's licking tongue made me bend like a bow, almost biting down on the Jerome's shaft fucking my throat. The long wet tongue went up to my open lips, drinking in my wetness as it slid along to my yearning button. It was pure fire, pure sparks of emotions, I tried to concentrate on Jerome but I was burning for something more. Slowly he began to fuck my mouth as if it was my pussy; I could only now hang onto the bed sheets, my inflamed mouth and throat raw from taking the full force of his thrusting cock. Between my legs, each touch of those huge hands and tongue made me juicer. To my surprise Jamal moved up to my breasts, his mouth wrapped around my nipples, suckling them in a way that made me think he was trying to draw milk. They stood erect, quivering to his every kiss and stroke. To Jamal I hollowed my belly into the begging bowl leading to my parted thighs, as I felt a thick finger return and enter me, and his thumb grinding once more against my clit. "Shit girl you're ready. Won't to be first brother?" Jamal said in a matter of fact tone. "Sure brother want to replace me." They laughed. Holding my head in his palms he slowly pulled out and letting my head flop back over the bed, walked around to my open thighs, his long thick cock swaying across his muscled thighs. I gasped sucking in a lung full of air into my sore throat. Jamal came into view Nothing had prepared me for this. With effort, I glanced up at the enormous naked Jamal. Christ he was huge, towering over my quivering body. His broad hairless chest adorned with masculine perfection. Dark chocolate nipples were tight peaks against tanned skin. Unlike Jerome, not youth but maturity showed in his well-defined biceps. My eyes continued to wander lower down to his powerful thighs, drawing my attention to something that made me shiver as it hung down between his legs. His pubic hair was groomed close to his body, leaving just a dark dusting of colour. Tara in Porn Ch. 02 Unabashed, he stood above me like a mountain. The slit at the end of his semi-erect cock was moist with pre-cum, as it grew harder under my watchful eye. I couldn't take my eyes off it. For Jerome had the length and in that Jamal matched him, however in thickness, oh my god in thickness. "Wanna kiss the black mamba hun?" Jamal said with a hint those words had been said many times to panting girls I stared mesmerised by it. He lifted it and pulled back the foreskin to show me the huge dome. Below swinging to the movements of the snaking mamba, were two of the biggest balls, I had ever seen. He was the living Minotaur of Greek legend. I stared overwhelmed by it. I knew one day if I stayed in the porn movie business, I would meet such a man. I reached up tentatively for it, my slender digits were nowhere near close to touching as they wrapped around him. Christ he was so thick. I heard Jerome spit on his cock and I saw him lower it between my thighs and touch my sex. It was an amazing turn on for me, the contrasting colours of our skins. I wanted him in me deep inside me, hard as ebony, and so very brutal. I let out a whimper for him. "What is it you want baby, tell Jerome," I gasped as he worked the head along my open lips. I whimpered my body on fire. "Please, Please," I croaked He touched my vulva with the head and for a moment I tensed, and tried to push against him, He moved away, and I let out a moan, my body so wanted him. He laughed. "Not so fast girl, you tell what you want hun, and maybe just maybe he will give it to you." I shivered his voice now turning cold and commanding. "Please, Please," I pleaded, completely defenceless between these two men. "Say it slut," he growled. "Fuck me," I gasped." Please, Jerome fuck me." I gasped feeling the large head open me and slide inside me. Lifting my thighs so my legs where on his shoulders, he thrust hard and I cried out in pain as the brutal hard pole opened, filled, and impaled me. "Fuck baby you are tight." I tried to stroke Jamal, fear and pure animal pleasure fighting for my attention. I lifted head slightly to reach up and lick the slit, tasting the rich essence of him. Between my thighs, Jerome wanted me for himself, so he thrust in hard, and I gasped arching to the sliding pole reaching so deep inside me, wondering in my panting how much more I could take of him. "Just relax girl only a little more of Jerome to go." I cried out my hands instinctively squeezing Jamal throbbing member, as with a final thrust Jerome lifted my bottom of the bed. Jamal leaned over me, his cock head touching my cheek, his huge hand stroking my clit to help me. I squirmed on Jerome's cock so deep inside me. I wiggled to try desperately to get comfortable. I winced it was almost impossible for me to take him. He stopped his hard pubic bone and belly now rubbing my overstuffed sex. Lowering my legs so my parted thighs now rested on either of his hips, he looked down at his handwork, and said. "You were right brother those ass cheeks are the perfect cushions for my balls." I could only whimper now suspended on his pole, he spanked my pubis and pulled slowly out of me, I gasped, moaned, and suddenly I arched as he thrust back into me impaling me to the bed. They were working me. The feelings of so much power inside me, so much rigidity, and their sadistic demands on my body. I was melting. My breasts caged now in Jamal's large hands, the intoxicating sight of clenching hard muscle, brown eyes taking in my body as he fucked me, without love, without anything other than for the camera. I could only look at the compressing muscles of his belly between my parted thighs, and feel my insides turn to mush as he humped me. I was hot for the man inside me fucking me, letting me know he was a beast with the stamina. "Relax," he said, and for the first time I did for there was nothing else I could do. I could hardly hold myself back, I was beyond morality, my body wanted his cock like a drug. The director used hand signals, and Jerome pulled out of me. Both men helping to turn me onto my belly and lifting me onto all fours.. Now I was to be spit-roasted between them both. I tilted my ass and felt the shaft slide back in this time, stretching towards my cervix. I could only hang onto the bed sheet while he thrust deeper into me. Jamal lifting his cock and pushed the huge head into my mouth. The spank followed by a thrust that almost lifted me from the bed, and made me cry out in both pleasure and pain. Above me they gave themselves a high five to prove to the camera and my silent voyeur, the power they had over me . I let go of Jamal for I hardly could concentrate on him whilst Jerome was working me like his personal fuck toy, pounding my raw throbbing sex with his male ascendancy. "Baby loves chocolate now," he laughed taking my hair and pulling my head back, as he thrust full-length strokes into me. I cried out, and received another whack on my reddening ass, "come on baby, and tell Jerome you love my cock." I hated the words and yet loved there meaning, for I was the white slut loving the black cock, now shaping my hot wet willing cunt. I slipped a hand under my belly to cup Jerome's heavy balls, and it was his turn to let out a moan. I pulled them against my throbbing clit those big balls, so beautifully shaped. I squirmed the shaft embedded in me, pistoning in and out of me, sending raw shock-waves of pleasure into my open womb. I moved back my ass rippling to the hard slams from Jerome, and the slapping sounds of his hard body paddling mine. I flicked out my tongue and ran it over my lips to wet them, inviting the black mamba back into my mouth. I was trying to hang on but the sight of what was waiting for me, and the constant plunging into me pushed me closer again to the edge. I tried to wrap my fingers around the solid ten inches of cock dancing in front of my face. However, Jerome was firmly in my saddle his hands holding my reins. "Fuck I'm close, time to taste the cream baby." Jerome shouted pulling out of me, as Jamal stepped back so Jerome replaced him at my face his fist squeezing his cock tight. The jet of hot sperm shot out splashing my hair, forehead, eyes, mouth, and finally running down my chin. I rubbed some of him away from my eyes, I smelled him, tasted him, licked my lips, opening my mouth for the camera to see he had left quite a pool on my tongue. I swallowed and he put the cock head back into my mouth for me to say thank you, as I felt the head of Jamal touch my raw swollen vagina. I tensed and he lowered himself over my ass and back. The head opened me, and I scream, releasing Jerome's cock from my suckling mouth. Fuck it was too much, I had been fucked senseless, now I was going to take the famous Black Mamba, I could hardly move. It seemed to fill me open me; push everything inside me out of its way. It felt like a tree trunk was being thrust inside me. I gasped moaned and cried out, no it was so big, it hurt like hell, but Jamal took my hips in his huge hand and pulled me further onto the thick shaft. I could not stop it. He continued to make me take it, my insides now raw. Deliberately, unhurriedly, he pulled out of me, and I felt he was dragging out my insides with him. I turned to put a hand up to stop him, but it was no good, the dark eyes staring back at me were full of lust and power. It was Jamal's turn and in those eyes, he showed me I was in for the hardest fuck of my life. The camera moved in close to show my hair, cheeks, mouth, and chin covered in Jerome's dripping sperm and behind me the huge muscled ebony body of Jamal firmly buried in my overstretched cunt. My face now contorted as another thick inch was inserted into my inflamed vagina. My belly tensed, my heavy breasts swaying and bouncing to his thrusting, and I felt one of his huge hand push my sperm soaked face into the Mattress, his fingers twisting my hair keeping my head pinned down, as my bottom went up and his shaft sunk deeper into me. My moans now stifled by the mattress could not convey what my body felt, Jamal did not stop he was like a machine, without mercy he thrust every thick inch of his cock into me. Nothing had made me ready for Jamal the man, his huge cock, its rigid power to command me to take him into my womb; he held me down so he could fuck me for the camera. I could do nothing but take him, he was in control, and all I could do was lubricate him for my cervix. I smelled the sweat and sperm in the Mattress, as Jamal showed no pity and began to thrust even harder now, pulling out in a way that opened me wider for his plunges. Slowly he was building up speed driving into me with a force that made me moan, whimper, cry out, and beg. I was full to bursting as the muscles of his huge thighs and belly, powered the shaft into my aching body. I felt the slap, and again with the next thrust his heavy balls spanked my swollen inflamed clit, even their hardness making me sob for what was inside them. He grunted holding my hair pushing my head further into the Mattress as he continued to fuck me without pity. Here on this bed I was being shown the supremacy of this man. To make a girl useless after he had used her, for anything other than men like him. I was scared for it was starting through my raw nerves to excite me. Jamal sense my change and keeping his fist in my hair, pulled my head up so his other huge hand could cup my swaying left breast, pinching the swollen nipple. I cried out. I must have looked a mess for the camera, Jerome's sperm sticky on my face, my wavy brunet hair now twisted in Jamal's hand, my breasts bouncing to the force of his thrust, my belly taught, my back bowed, and my raised bottom just cushions for his hard belly. Surprisingly he gently rubbed my swollen nipples. I sensed the camera move along my body as Jamal ignoring it continued to fuck me. I shuddered knowing the camera was between his legs showing the size of his large balls and how full was my sex, whilst all I could do was whimper. He laughed and pushed me hard back into the Mattress, this time his dominant body began to work me. I could only hang on, but now with no mercy from the monster inside me, my black thoughts came filling me with strange emotions. My four horsemen had arrived. I was his fuck toy, and it made my belly tighten, my wetness sooth the soreness inside me. I could only rock hard backwards and forwards on his cock, yet it was burning me like a fire of untold voracity that was melting my body. I was Tara suspended on a pole, impaled for all to see on a column of living ebony. In my mind's eye, I could see the raw red lips of my vulva now encircling the thick shaft and being almost dragged out from my sex as he pulled away from me. A moment later, he thrust back into me, the slapping sound of my ass being spanked by his stone hard belly echoing around the bedroom. I was lost in a strange submission, my body was all he wanted, not the girl just the domination of my flesh, yet it was turning me on making me pant and cry out. I quivered I was close? This monster was spiralling me out of control with emotions I never knew I possessed. I shivered at the top of my peek, and cried out to the surprise of Jamal as I squirted out my orgasm all over his shaft. Surprised by my emotions Jamal let go of my hair and pulled out of me a little. He looked down "Fuck, fuck, shit you are hot, come baby let it go." I trembled over the length of his throbbing cock, my body shaking with the violence of my orgasm. It had come from nowhere, and like the surf had washed over my aching sweat and sperm streaked flesh. I slowly calmed and Jamal waited still buried deep inside me. I turned to look at him my eyes wide from my explosion in my body. He pulled slowly out of me, and stepped off the bed. I turned, and on my knees faced what I could still feel inside me. I opened my mouth so wide it starts hurting even before he inserts his truly enormous rod. I close my eyes; it comes a moment later a jet of cum hitting the back of my throat. I remembered those balls hanging as heavy as he flooded my tongue and mouth, I open my eyes to see him squeezing the last drop onto my chin and the camera lens looking past my lips. I could taste the salty tang as I lifted my tongue to expel the seed down my chin and finally to drip onto my swollen breasts. To show the world what his balls could produce. Jamal gave me back his cock and I licked it with a thank you. "Tara baby I don't know who fucked who on this bed, but you are one hell of a natural." He smiled and kissed my sperm sticky cheek. "Let's do this again soon?" he winked, and I shuddered knowing I wanted to so very much. Tara in Porn Ch. 03 The Doll The red shiny sheath dress confines my body, only the designer slit all the way to my hip allowing my stocking clad left leg and bare thigh to escape. I stood ready for this special occasion. The only problem was I could see nothing because of my blind fold. I was dressed for dinner, but I was the meal. Hands held mine in almost human manacles, as they lead me through a door. I sensed the room was large and cavernous by the clunking sound my four-inch heels made on the wooden floor. The hiss of excitement hid the numbers from me, but not the realisation in the breathing, fidgeting, and the odd cough that in front of me was my audience. All around me shuffling bare feet moved, their perfume almost overwhelming me as they moved in close. I shivered their fingertips tactilely touching my body. Fingers ran through my hair, their tips on my face, on my shoulders, over my dress, and deliberately grazing my breasts and their receptive nipples. I feel the hands behind me sliding down my spine, and over my clenched bottom; the tips fondling the bare skin of my thigh sliding around and under my dress, adjacent but not touching my snug fitting thong. My sensors were overloading my body, I wanted it to stop, but my body wanted it to go on. I let out moan, when a finger grazed my pubis through my dress. I felt the warm breath of anonymous woman on my bare back, and her long fingers pulling the thin shoulder straps of my dress down over my arms. The hands continued to make my skin tingle, and then I heard and felt the zip of my dress sliding down my back. I could do nothing for strong hands secured me. Fingers gently pulled the dress over my breasts freeing them to display my emotions to the invisible audience. Gentle tugs made the material slither over my quivering belly past my thong to fall in a gossamer ring at my feet. The final halo of my modesty was gone. In a moment of fluttering cloth, I had been turned into the visual sexual plaything for the pleasure of these outsiders. Behind my blindfold, I can only imagine what my invisible audience can see. The girl caressed by black hold up stockings, and confined only by the curving thin silk of her snug thong, my smooth sex not hidden but shaping the thin red material. I hear a gasp from the audience, and the figures around me move in closer. Fingers return to my flesh, touching and caressing my throat, my chest. Invisible hands their many digits, cupping my breasts lifting them squeezing them, gently massaging my nipples, a single fingernail scraping my tender swollen teat. I instinctively pull my body back, but hands from behind push me forward back towards my tormentors. A hand with long fingers slides over my tense bare bottom, and under me, following the line of my string enclosed inside the cheeks of my ass. Delicate but strong hands coax my thighs apart to welcome the long hard fingernail to the material of my soaking wet thong. I lean back and hands come to support my back, bottom and legs. I feel the soft, silken fingers on my ankles and on my wrists, and before I fully realize what is happening to me. I feel my body lifted clear of the floor, my shoes removed; my thighs parted brutally exposing my swollen sex weeping inside its thong. Holding me still, the hands adjust their positions on my body so in unison they display my flesh on an undulating bed of quivering fingers. Unsupported my head falls back, displaying my curving body to the invisible watches. The sacrifice to their lust held aloft for them to see. I feel the hands rotating me. My head lulling back, almost as though I were unconscious or even dead. The body with its twin hills and eager peaks, the flat plains and curves, the bulge of the female pubis encased inside a thong, showing all those eyes, the swollen closed lips of her smooth trembling sex. I was the ultimate doll for their amusement. Quivering flesh hot and submissive, designed by nature for reproduction, now used only for pleasure. Strong hands slowly part my thighs spreading them wider still, my thong now taut like a drum skin across my sex. I blush wondering what they can see. The long fingers return under my bottom sliding up along my crack searching for my button. I can only shiver and whimper. The fingers play with me across the shiny material bridge of my panties. My back curves even more with the multiple shock waves pulsating through my spine. Hands grip me tight securing me to those tormenting fingers. Held up for presentation my nipples scream when more fingers touch, pull, pinch and stroke them. Hands slap my belly creating the drum skin sound, and push down on my stomach to enhance my smooth full pubis trapped inside its drenched thong. The hands move my body forward so the audience can see me even better. Fingernails run along the twin hemispheres of my tense bottom carving red furrows along my naked flesh. The silent women torment my flesh without mercy. My thighs frame my throbbing sex to show the audience the shades of darkening red on my thong. I gasp with the coldness of steel on my hips, they snip and my thong leaves my body to fall to the floor, allowing the cool air of the room to blow gently on my naked overheated sex Now my stripped body is displayed to the audience again, my parted lips my inner wetness, the ring of my tight opening. Behind the valley of my belly, the twin hills of my unfettered breasts wobble to the rippling motion supporting me. In my eyes, I can only see the darkness; on my body, the hands are blinding me with sensation. To the hands preparing me I am nothing more than a throbbing sexual entity. Slowly they continue to rotate me, and I can only whimper my helplessness as I feel the hot breath of someone on my inner thighs, and hands reaching up to cup my breasts. I shiver when a soft kiss teases my stressed skin. The hands around my thighs and bottom adjust me to the waiting wet tongue, which dips into my channel to taste and lick my quivering heat. I cry out in shock and exploding sensations as the tip flicks my burning nerve endings. I arch away but the hands pull me back, and mouths join the one between my thighs, on my swollen nipples encircling them like wet hoods. I can only groan as my querulous nipples send tiny quivering shock waves along my palpitating belly. I tremble and shake my head from side to side my body crying out. A long fingernail glides along the bowl of my belly to the hill of my swollen pubis; already my parted lips welcome the hardness into my open wet valley. I try desperately to lift my head, but I feel a hand push it back down. The presentation of my flesh is for the audience not me. The tongue licks my clit and runs down my deep crack licking me tasting me, dipping for a moment into my well. Hands part my cheeks to invite the tongue further. I can only sob as it licks the unbroken spider's web of my tiny anal ring. A long slender finger presses on my vulva, and I welcomed it into me. I can feel it long and slim like a probe exploring. Suddenly I tense when the finger withdraws from me, I feel it trail down under me, to touch and cause me to gasp in shock as it presses against my virgin ring. The tongue and lips return to my sex and my torturer begins again. Now I cannot hold back, my three protagonists are women, and they all know their own bodies and of course mine. Two are squeezing my nipples together scraping the raw teats and soothing them again with the warm liquid of their mouths, The third pushes a finger into my bottom, and a thumb slides into my vulva, slowly they rub themselves against the thin membrane that separates them. They ignore my moans and whimpers and continue like pitiless machines. I can no longer halt the rush of emotions and exploded in a cry of pain, pleasure and shock, my head shaking from side to side, my thighs quivering, my back almost snapping in two under the shock wave, as I arch almost clear of the hands supporting me. It is intense for it comes from the darkness of my mind, the dark monster within me awoken by my throbbing nipples and my weeping sex. My buttocks turn to stone my thighs to stretched rubber bands, almost tearing from their bones. The intense organism racks me, pouring my emotions in a deluge over me. I can do nothing as my vagina goes into spasms between my aching thighs. Hands move them wider apart callously exposing my sex to the unseen eyes to show my open red swollen vagina as proof. The hands under me hold me up to show my shivering body, and again I am rotated for the audience to see me. The humiliation of clinking glasses as my audience toasts my orgasm, whilst I can only display the power they have over me. A hush descends the room, and I feel the atmosphere change, and a tension now pervades the chamber, and I want to see. I cry out for the blindfold's removal, but a hiss close to my ears silence me. The bare feet hardly make a sound only the creaking floorboards taking the weight give me an indication where, and possibly gender. I sense the fingers tense, I try to move but the hands keep my body open to its audience. Lowered slightly I feel another presence close, the sound invades the cavity of my ear like an echo, what is it? The sound comes to me and I stiffen someone or maybe more, are preparing a man. I cry out as the sound suddenly stops, and I visualize in my mind a girl holding the hardness and bringing it to my swollen sex. To confirm my guess the head touches my open lips and I can only feel the kiss of its tip as I curve my body against it waiting. I wonder how tall he is and realize he must be on a dais looking down at my helpless body. The hands of my captors now tighten like clamps around my arms and legs. I sense eyes looking up between my open thighs seeing what I can only feel, imagining what it will be for me to receive this into me. The hands move me and I gasp and moan, the cock stays ridged, hard and stationery. The hands force my vulva onto it, stretching me over its size and hardness. I shake my head unable to stop my body being compelled to accommodate the thick shaft sliding into me. I cry out in pain for my sex is gagging on the width, but the hands hold me like a doll. Without any, pity they slide me further down its length. It feels like heated stone turning to iron inside me. I feel full, almost bursting. I cry out for it to stop, and feel the hands ignoring me. The unknown frightens me and I tense around the shaft. The hands sense my fear and tighten their grip on my quivering thighs as they move me relentlessly down its length. I blush knowing eyes are between my thighs looking at me swallowing the monster into my body. It stops and for a moment, my naked bottom feels a pair of large balls rest against them. I 'am so full so tight I can hardly breathe. I have taken this entire stranger inside me, but it was a close run thing. In my blindfolded world, the wrong things are happening to me. Shivers race down my spine and goose bumps erupt on my arms. Warm breath caresses my neck, bringing every nerve ending to tingling awareness. Dormant lusts crackle with sizzling new energy now centred on the huge cock buried in me. The sinful imaginings should not be turning me on. However they are. Who was he, I had no idea. I feel and imagine the hands on my thighs, so long and elegant. As they open me to him. The bobbing of my throat indicating the effort needed to keep him in me. I can only croak my body now impaled on this womb kisser. In my mind's eye, I try to visualise what he can see looking down at me on my bed of hands. The luscious girl, with her ample breasts heaving with every short gasp as her body tries to come to terms with her impaling. Below him held by other women my nipples hard and begging, my thighs spread wide, and my slick, wet sex full of his thick cock. The hands binding me, helpless now for just my sex and breasts are in his view. A single hand begins to clap from the audience followed by others, slowly like that of a single stick striking a drum; the tempo begins to echo from the walls. I feel the bed of hands tense, as they move me away from the cock inside me until all that is left is the tip, and slowly to the sound of the hands, they slide me back down the length again. I cry out for they are fucking me to the rhythm of the clapping. Slowly at first, I feel the brutal shaft opening me. My body aches from the pressure on the straining muscles of my thighs, nevertheless the hands keep me cruelly wide-open to this man. My body can only feel his huge cock nothing else. I try to come to terms with the ruthlessness of the moment. I am nothing more than a big masturbation doll. I cry out when the hands push me hard onto him and I feel the pain of him touching my cervix. The enormous cock is making me gag. Yet as I cry out in pain, the audiences hands increases the tempo. The girl impaled on the man, from their seats I was a curving body, smooth and devoured of pubic hair. The body of a girl responding to their commands like a remote control puppet. I blush knowing they can see from his gleaming shaft that my wanton body craves for him. The watchers hands' quicken and so does my impaled body. The heat generated by the hands, make my gleaming breasts bouncing to the impact of my body slamming now against the man's stone hard pubic bone, his heavy balls spanking my ass. The motion changes again to a more rhythmic working of my body, adapting me to the changing pace of my impaling. The heat generated by so many bodies under me is making me feel I 'am in a sauna. The rhythmic swinging continues but I sense the man is close from the murmuring of my supporters, and the grunting from him. I lick my lips ready to receive his balls, but the hands did not relent on both of us. I 'am being fucked for the audience's pleasure not for mine. On my bed of women's fingers, I feel slick with sweat now dripping from me. The hands are having a problem holding me. I try to stay ridged to make it easy for him. His hot breath fans across my chest, and I sense he is near. The grunt comes with the loss of control inside me and I feel his throbbing cock grow inside me, and the first jets spurt into me, followed by the sensation of warm sperm washing my raw walls. The hands stop clapping the room falls silent, whilst I'm held ridged against him as he continues to empty his balls into me Slowly the hands pull my swollen raw sex away from him, and I feel his softening cock slip out of me. A moment later, I hear him silently walk away. Between my open thighs his sperm runs out of my throbbing sex, onto my bottom and then to drip on the floor marking his reality. Around me, hands adjust my body so once again I can be turned for the audience to see. Slowly they bring me closer. I stiffened expecting the rush of hands over my body, but I sense all they do is look at me exposed and leaking. For what was running out of me, showed how much those large balls had flooded me. Seemingly satisfied the audience allowed the many legs of the centipede underneath me to turn me and move away. For a moment, I wonder if they have finished with me, but they stop. Turning me once again so my open thighs frame my raw sex to the onlooker's vision, the hands slowly tilt me as some hands slide under my arms to hold me suspended on the manacles of fingers. Deliberately they lower me at an angle until I can feel something scrape along my leaking sex. I cry and gasp as I feel another cock beneath me sliding into me. I arch even though it is not as thick, and so soon after the monster. It still demands of me to open to it. I can feel it even through the slickness of the sperm inside me. Thrusting into my inflamed body. I feel my gleaming body pulsate to the steel bar pushed into my open soaking tender sex. The hands under my arms hold me for a moment. The strong arms supporting me, and not letting me fall completely on him. Strong slim fingers like a concert pianist wrap themselves around my narrow waist. It certainly does not need too much imagination to see the sight of my naked gleaming body impaled in front of my audience as they watched him spear me with his cock gleaming from my last fucking. Suddenly the arms of my women puppeteers slowly lift me clear holding me above him like a helpless civilian in a war, unable to stop her own bayoneting. I gasp as the man's fingers parted my cheeks, and underneath me I feel one of his hands move and slowly I 'am lowered again. I can only shudder and moan as the head touched my virgin anal ring. I shake my head please I cry out. The cockhead locks against my opening and the hands let the weight of my own body impale me onto the male stake. God, how tight it feels I can only wince and murmur to myself. Pain spikes in my body as my virginity resists for just a moment, but the lubrication from my previous lovers balls and my own weight, forces me to except him into me. The head moves round the curve of my anal channel, and I cry out as he slides up into my back. The pain is intense as the steel bar slides up my rear. I cry out for my lost virginity shaking my head, my breasts heaving, and my belly quivering. The ultimate fuck toy the plaything of jaded desires. His hard thighs have stopped me, now they let me feel the entire length of his shaft in my ass, he grunts and I moan as my bottom cheeks finally feel his rippling hard belly and I gasped at the sheer length of him buried in my back. In the past fingers had gone into my ass, and tongues have licked it me. However, this had been all orchestrated for my first ass fucking and it hurt like hell. The man's hands gently pull me back against him, arching my body to show the guests seated in front of me that I had taken the whole of the long shaft. Some women gasp, others giggle whilst a few applaud my body's achievement. I move and gasp the pain burns for a moment then it is gone. The man's hands take my breasts covering them in tormenting fingers. On the surface of my ankles, I feel the wooden sides of the bench the man must be lying on with me straddling his hips and laying across his body, so exposed. Slowly he gyrates his hips in small circular motions to distend my tight anal ring now gripping his shaft tight. He fingers persecute my breasts squeezing them puckering my aching nipples out on top of their distorted hills, I can only moan with the rough treatment they are receiving. I move and immediately I can feel every inch of that extraordinary long cock inside me. Slowly my angled body responds and he moves me up along the shaft, holds me and then with a gasp lets me fall back down again to the slapping sound of my cheeks on his thighs. Those pianist fingers move to my neglected nipples tugging and pulling until I pant, and thrust them forward for more. He releases them so the audience can see my extended hard nipples. His hands move to the small of my back supporting me, holding me, and moving me so the audience can see my naked gleaming body, with its bobbing breasts, and my clenching belly leading their eyes down to the open lips of my swollen sex, behind which is the glistening shaft buried in my arsehole. I sense the moment. Lifting me like a rag doll, he slams hard into me and I arch in pain making me cry out to a gasp from the audience. Slowly the piston moves up and down inside me. I cannot stop it for I 'am suspended by his strong hands on its rigidity. I try to get a little more comfortable but he is playing to the audience dominating me with his dick. I feel the heat of his hand spank my ass as it rises from his belly. "Come on bitch take the meat," he whispers as I return down to his body and feel his cock like a second spine. I gasp when the fingers tighten around my waist and he begins by shear muscle power to lift me on and off his iron bar. I want to pull of my blindfold, and see the bastard fucking my ass without mercy, but the script says leave it on. To the audience and the camera he works me, and slowly from the pain and the abuse the nightmare comes, the fear that frightens me, for I begin to pant and respond to this pitiless man with his cruel hard cock Tara in Porn Ch. 03 "That's it baby I was told I was getting a virgin ass, and you were tight hun, so tight a little blood but no problem you are nice and open now, so let's fuck" I feel him pull me back along his body my ankles raised and the shock of another suddenly between my thighs makes me jerk. "Steady girl you could rip yourself, stay calm, and relax," he chuckles. The single powerful thrust makes my body jerk and I cry out in pain. In a single fluid motion the thick bar slides into me, to rub against the other burning in my bottom. I try to move but the men fucking me keep me in the vice like jaws of their hard bodies. Front and back so full so achingly full, I scream I shudder, and for that receive a spank on my right breasts to shock me and steady me. I whimper so full of men I try to move but the cock inside my pussy moves on up towards my womb. I throb I pant, I try to relax to help my swollen organs take these men and their members. A hard-calloused hand probably from a labourer comes to my face and gripping both my cheeks pulls my face to the left and pushes another cock-head between my lips. I instinctively open, and the dome shaped head slides onto my tongue. I am so full I could explode, all my openings filled by strangers I cannot see, only feel their pulsating thick cocks exploring me opening me for the audience's pleasure. Suspended on poles they work me. In my bottom, he holds me rigid whilst the other pounds my tender burning sex. Down my throat I taste the man and comprehend from the taste, he is fresh from another woman. I taste them both and gag my sensors and body assaulted; I feel the brute surfacing in the darkness of my mind, driving me harder onto the merciless pistons inside me. Oh my god I want them, so brutally hard inside me, taking me, using me, and of course simply fucking me. My body arches my throat expands. The men sense it and I feel the one above me spank my breast, again harder this time. My breast burns with a red heat, but my swollen nipples burns white-hot. I cry out and he laughs as he thrust deep into me their balls between my vulva and anus spanking each other. I 'am lifted slightly off my male bed and both together press me back down on their hardness. I choke and pull away from the one in my mouth as I gasp for air. "No you don't baby", says the other man in a gravelly voice, as he thrust the cock back into my mouth. I feel about to explode the pain the fullness the shivering reactions of the shock of three men taking me. I try to hang on but my body beaten between the hard clenching muscles seems to excite the onlookers. I cannot stop them, only show in my red face, chest, breasts, the indicator lights to morality and my body fighting inside me. To them I 'am a raw throbbing fuck toy, worked by a team of men, who do this all the time for the camera. I try to stay with them but my over loaded emotions send me into a combination of the shock at what was happening to me, and the reactions of my body to these throbbing cocks. Instinctively and to my amazement I feel my body react moving with the thrusting phalluses, it will bring me no orgasm for too much is happening, yet the residue floating for my overstuffed body is making me hot soiled and wet so very wet. "Fuck the bitch is loving it", says the man slamming into my womb. "I know she is trying to break my fucking dick in half with her ass." I feel hands grab my breasts. "Come on bitch tell daddy and the camera you like it." A thumb rubs my clit, and I let out a gurgled moan. "That's it baby you're so full you want to burst" Sandwiched between them our three bodies burn on each other's skin, all of us are covered in a sheen of our own heat, mixing like lubricant to help each man move in and along my sandwiched body. I cannot see them only feel the men, their sweat, their scent, and their hardness. A suspended doll I can only try to stay submissive and give myself to them. I feel the cock in my mouth pulsate swell and grow larger. A fist entwines its fingers in my long curls pulling my head back to receive him. "Time to taste a real man hun." I can only gag as he gushes out his balls into my mouth and down my throat. I can only whimper through my nose as he grunts showing the others he is emptying into my gaging mouth. I buck to the slam between my legs as more hot splashes sting my sore vagina, behind me the man feels the other pulsing out his sperm and squeezing my breasts painfully before he pours his own cream into my bottom. The three are filling me pumping into me, in perfect timing to the camera. I can do nothing but receive them, my body shaking to the hot sperm spurting into me and out of me down my chin onto my breasts my thighs my bottom. Slowly the hard muscles relax, and cocks slide reluctantly out of me leaving me bathed in sweat and smelling of sperm. Hands come again and lift me clear of the three men, hoisting me up to display the sperm leaking out of me. Lay once again on my bed of hands. I feel each man come up and spank me. My wet cheeks glowing from the brand of their hands. "You were a great fuck hun, we must do that again." "Sure was," another replied. "Jesus Mike," one of them laughs, "you see what's leaking from her ass." "Yep been saving that up for a few days, when they told me I would get a nice tight virgin to fuck." "Come on let's get our cloths on, and I'll buy you a beer." The men move e Slowly they turn me towards the audience and move me closer; I hear the applause now and the cheers. Lying there on display, I feel slim fingers scoop along my raw sex, bottom and mouth, as though wishing to taste the men that had gushed into and all over me. Time elongates, but slowly my soaking body cools and I begin to shiver. The hands relent turning me and walking me to the door where before a virgin had come through. Now a soaking wet fuck toy filled by men returns. "Cut that's a wrap," said the strangely hollow voice of the director * Copyright 2011 Tara Richardson Tara in Porn I cried out for him, moaned for him my eyes seeing clenching muscles his glowing eyes and his throbbing hard cock working me, I was close so very close, he slapped my thigh and showed with his hands for me to turn over. He pulled out, and my sex cried out for him. I turned onto all fours my back arched my hands resting on the back rest of the couch, my eyes looking ahead through the window on the sunlight patio. I tensed my straining thighs as I lifted my exposed sex in an offering it to him. This was it my fantasy. I felt a cool breeze pass over my heated swollen lips. The wetness of them exposed to the room and the cameras making me shiver. I did not look behind for I knew the mobile camera was close to me, showing how open I was now after Dirk had shaped me. I blushed as I wiggled my bottom for the lens and the countless voyeurs who would watch my fucking from the comfort of the arm chair, their bed and maybe their computer. With or without a partner, the loner pumping himself as Dirk slipped into me and I gasped with genuine surprise. A huge reassuring hand returned to my bottom, and my pussy once again felt the hardness as it obediently opened to his demanding cock. I arched my back into a bow and gasped as Dirk began to fill me, slowly this time letting me imagine what the camera could see as he slid into me, his huge hands roaming over my hips, along the side of my body and under to my eager breasts moving in obedience to his slow deep thrusting. I was suspended on a pole of iron hard flesh, so demanding of my body so controlling it. I moaned as he cupped my swollen breasts my nipples like bare electric wires into my flesh. I turned my head and he smiled his head coming down to me. He kissed my ear and whispered. "Time to fuck for the camera baby." This was the porn star of countless fuck films, black girls, white girls, pairs, even those playing at being Mother and Daughter. Now it was my turn to be his next conquest his panting slut, wanting him crying out for him to fuck her. His hands left my breasts to grasp my hair in his fist, like reins. Pulling my head back he slammed into me with such force my breasts slapped against the cushions of the couch, it was so hard and so deep I felt it almost coming out of my belly. The spank on my right cheek made me jump, the surprising hollow sound of soft yielding flesh against a rigid hand. I felt him now like a machine a huge post driving into me my body arching my eyes wide open in surprise as he plunged so deep inside me, almost lifting me of the couch. I could do nothing but look behind me for a moment to show my heat, my passion, and my wantonness. It was not love but pure animalistic. I was the young mare being broken to the power of the stallion, my vagina clenching around his thrusting shaft my head pulled back, I was being fucked now and my shameless body was loving it. He let go of my hair and slid his hands down to my hips. All I could do was try to hang on and not go down. I was moaning now, whimpering but not to a script, but for my body. I had craved this man since the first time I touched myself and felt the heat of my own burgeoning sexuality. I was not making it up for the camera; I was opening my body to him offering myself for his pleasure. I could see it sliding wet and shiny into me watching it feeling it rubbing my button, now I felt the heavy balls spank my clit, my bottom ripple to his granite hips. I stared back at him for a moment my overheated body clenching, his hands now covering mine as they clamped onto the leather. Taking my wrists he pulls back my hands towards him, with his powerful arms he holds me against his pounding cock. I cry out, moan, and whimper. I am nothing but a doll suspended on him. I clenched tight as my breasts bounce. I am close and he is surprised that I could feel this way in front of the camera with a stranger. But this was not a stranger he was a dream from deep within me a longing for my body to submit to. A giant of hard flesh, so brutal yet to me so sexual, so beautiful, almost a living fantasy and I was close my tummy swollen my lips raw, I was so close. I whimpered, arched, cried out, shook my head and begged. He said nothing his thrusting continued without mercy, and I exploded in a quivering throbbing orgasim that sent rippling shivers down and through my flesh. I flooded cooling my rawness, and he spanked me, like a rider who had finally broken me to my bridal. He waited for a moment to allow me to come down before he pulled out and I turned to face what had just opened my womb. He arched moaning, the clenched muscles defining how close he was. His huge fist working his shiny cock. Instinctively I opened my mouth, and closed my eyes, The first jet hit my cheeks, forehead and hair, the next went up against the roof of my mouth to drip down onto my tongue. I could not swallow, but felt him pour more into my mouth as I opened my eyes. Quickly the camera joined his cock close to my mouth to show the world how much he had pumped into me. My eyes played to it, as my tongue lifted Dirk's seed to let it run around my lips chin and onto my breasts, as he slipped his cock back into my mouth for me to kiss a thank you. He pulled away and the camera came back, I took a finger and scooping up some of Dirk's cum from my chin sucked it clean. The camera stayed on me as my eyes glinting back like the eyes of a cat who had stolen the cream. "Cut, that's a wrap." said the director. The applause from behind the camera made me jump. * copyright Tara Richardson 2011