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Thank You For All That You Do

By: bloodybaroness1



In the crisp days of March I had become unemployed and decided to follow my dreams. I became a volunteer Production Assistant for a company in Houston. My husband who I love dearly also joined me there so we could become a double trouble team. It took me a while to realize what I was feeling and for who...the crazy thing was that it was not for my husband. Mark our cinematographer is the one who had me going crazy every minute of everyday. This man is twice my age, not a sexy beast, but he has the sweetest personality. My only worry is that I am taking kindness for interest. Being in my early 20's this means I can be naïve at times. But there is no greater turn on then someone older than me taking control. Is that wrong? Like I said before he is not what you would expect but he turns me on. Sometimes I catch myself just watching him for long periods of time. Then I get horny . I can imagine him taking hold of me and directing me like he does to the actors and making me do what ever he wants. Gladly, I would do it.

So where does my story really begin? We were on a location shoot in some desolate town on the water. Eight of us all in a two bedroom cottage. Long days with little shooting left ample room for my imagination to run wild. Besides the beer and liquor did not make anything better. After a long day of nothing and a long night of drinking, sleep was the only thing on my mind for five minutes. I kept trying to find every excuse to sleep in the same room as him. The only thing available was a single sitter sofa which I was actually pretty comfortable in. Unfortunately, my husband nor Mark were going to let me sleep there. Later ending a fifteen minute back and forth Mark at long last coerced me into the bedroom. 

I succumbed to my husbands side where I fell asleep dreaming only of Mark. My husband who had been horny the whole time we were there due to lack of satisfaction decided he was going to be spontaneous. He began to caress me but his touch was Mark, my husbands hands running up and down my clit were Mark's. This made it only better. When I came it was a feeling I had never felt before. This only made me want him more. Having wet dreams about him almost every night was starting to have its effects on me. I found every reason to be around him, to laugh and joke with him. I want him so bad. This weekend was the longest of my life but it was nowhere near over. The first time I masturbated with Mark on my mind my husband was in the room five feet away from me. Mark and I were in the back of the cottage where he was fucking me like a wild animal. My back pressed against the wall and his cock slamming against my kidneys. Slowly he kissed my neck and moved lower as he continued to make me his. Then he turned me around and continued his assault on me. I came constantly, being overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, coming together he collapsed against me. After I recuperated I turned Mark around and took him into my mouth. When he regained his strength he began to face fuck me. This was a first for me... I enjoyed it. I could feel him make his way down my throat slamming against the back near my tonsils while his balls slammed against my chin. Regardless of the fact that he filled me with quite a load which was dripping down my legs at this very moment, he released another in my mouth. Then grabbing me by my hair he helped me stand and gave me the order to swallow it. I obeyed. That was a nice touch to the end of the weekend. I did not get to ride back to Houston with him but I knew that I would see him later.

Later could not come fast enough. The night before last we went to a meeting/ party for an upcoming production at one of the cast members home. It was the first time that I would see Mark since our location shoot. When we walked through the door I began looking for him. I felt a glint of sadness when I did not see him at first. About fifteen minutes later on my quest to find the restroom. I cut the corner and behold with all greatness Mark, laid out on the bed. My first instinct was to pounce but I restrained myself. I waited patiently until the time came when the meeting was over and the party begun. An hour later he was up and about drinking and laughing like always. The best part of the evening was when I caught him watching me. Our eyes locked and I felt the most incredible twinge of pleasure between my legs that even my husband has yet to make me feel. With that I had a vision of him just taking me right there in front of everybody. Making love to me like never before.

It began with him clearing off the coffee table where he had me lay while he licked my clit up and down doing tiny circles in the most sensitive of areas. Slowly he inserted a finger in my dripping wet pussy going in and out. Still licking me clean. Then two fingers. I reached down and released him from the confinements of his pants only to find he was not wearing any thing underneath. Something I always did. His cock was hard and ready. Stroking his shaft he directed me to play with myself. I obeyed. Then he made me beg for him to fuck me. He granted my wish after teasing me to my breaking point. Taking the head of his cock he started to rub it up and down my clit teasing me. Going slightly in my hole and then moving away before I had the time to push on it. Over and over again I would beg him to release me. Then when I wasn't expecting it he gave a push. Only a reaction of want, I slammed forward all the way down his shaft taking him all in. That first thrust was the best when his entire cock broke through my tight pussy, massaging the inside of my body. That was it for me. I began to moan with cries of pleasure as he went in and out. Asking me if I liked it. I screamed YES! begging him for more. Finally I came all over his shaft. I was instructed to lick it all off and continue to suck him dry. Gladly I did it taking it all in my mouth again. Then like a blow to the stomach I heard my name being called...by who else but Mark. I had dozed off at the party after one to many screwdrivers. He walked me to my car and giving me that same smile he does every time I see him. He said goodbye and wished me a safe drive home. Then with a wink he said " Thank you for all that you do."

Thank You For All That You Do Ch. 02



As my lips wrapped around Mark's cock I couldn't help but laugh inside. As I slowly went up and down his entirety his facial expression was priceless. I got pleasure from pleasing him. After the last time, I realized he knew what was going on. I could only hold onto the words "Thank you for all that you do" and then the wink. So how was I now knelt down in front of him bringing him to one of his many orgasms of the night?

It happened about three days ago. Mark had confronted me about the way I was acting around him. He said I seemed very flustered at every conversation we had. All I could say was I have a lot of things on my mind...unintentionally emphasizing "things". At the same time I glanced south and gazed for all of two seconds before I caught it and walked away. I could feel his eyes watching me. SUCCESS. Now as the day progressed things were different. Like a high school crush we had those awkward moments where he grazed my hand or had to position himself around me to get the right shot. I felt my knees buckle at times and my pussy getting wetter and wetter.

Since beer was becoming a regular thing at the end of a shooting week, once we finished, we all grabbed a cold one and sat back for a while. Everybody smokes at the set so it only takes one to start the conga line out the door. I believe we were on our third or fourth beverage when that line began. Mark and I, being the only ones that do not smoke, began to talk about how well I worked the set today and how good of a shot he got. Then like it was all planned out he brought up my flustered behavior again. Slowly asking if he intimidated me or if I felt like he was being to bossy.(laugh) I had to tell him everything. When I finished I stirred up the courage to look him in the eye and to my surprise he was smiling. It was like he just wanted me to tell him something he already knew. After sitting in silence for about 5 minutes everybody came in and we continued to have a good time. With my mind racing I slipped out of the room and went out back to gather my thoughts. I literally felt as if I was going to be sick. (click) I spun around at the sound of the door closing behind me and there was Mark. 

Immediately with out any words he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. His tongue invaded my mouth and his hands invaded my body. Slowly moving everywhere. Before I new it Mark had my nipple in his mouth and about three fingers in my pussy. I began grinding against his hand bucking back and forth. Mark was slowly kissing down my neck hitting every spot that I have tried my hardest to hide. I began to cum on his hand losing all control of my body. My knees became weaker and weaker. I asked him to stop but he just kept going. Each orgasm getting stronger and stronger. He removed his hand from my pussy and went back to kissing me. My turn. I turned him around and began to undo his pants... then before touching his belt buckle decided to show him this little trick I know. Starting at his top button I slowly unbuttoned his shirt with no hands only teeth. Once I hit his sternum I could feel his full erect penis sticking me in my chest. I continued to move lower and lower until I finally made it to his belt which I continued to undo with no hands. Releasing his penis from his boxers, I licked the little pearl of precum off his tip. Slowly I began to slide my tongue all around the head of his penis and up and down his shaft. His breathing became heavier and heavier each time my lips hit the base of his penis. He was holding my hair and helping with the motion. He began face fucking me just like in my dream. I felt a sensation down the back of my throat and his body went limp. As I swallowed I could feel it making its way down to my stomach. I gently licked him clean and buttoned him all back up. With a quick kiss on the cheek I walked to the front and made my way inside. 

About an hour later we wrapped up our little weekly wrap party and began making our way to our vehicles. In the parking lot Mark asked if I would be okay to drive home since I had been drinking. (honestly he was worse than me) I responded "yes". Like before he insisted that I ride home with him and leave my car in the parking lot. So instead of fighting with him I just got into the passenger seat. When we made our way onto the freeway which was barren at this time I decided that I was going to make this ride more interesting. I asked Mark what he thought of the early part of the evening and his response was, " I will tell you later". 

As I laid my head against the window I could feel the last of my drinks hitting me. Everything began moving slowly. I blinked and it felt like an eternity before I opened my eyes. Then I felt his hand making its way towards my leg. He pulled my knee to the left and slowly felt up my thigh. I let out a moan and then he stopped. He put his hand back on the wheel and continued to drive. We pulled into some apartments and he helped me out of the car seeing as I couldn't do it myself. By the time we made it up the stairs I was completely gone. Leaned up against him for support we went up three flights of stairs and finally through the door. 

He sat me on the couch and said he would be right back. Minutes later he walked back in the room and handed me a button up shirt. I giggled as I asked if he had a pair of boxers I could "borrow" since I don't believe in panties. He paused and smiled and walked back out of the room. When he left I stripped out of my clothes and got into his shirt. With my legs curled up next to me I laid my head against the armrest. I woke up to Mark carrying me to his bed. When he laid me down he moved in and began to kiss me. Then he leaned back, laughed again and decided to tell me that I buttoned up my shirt the wrong way. He began unbuttoning it. The shirt never was buttoned back up. He began kissing me on all the little spots on my neck he found earlier. I pulled him closer until his body was like a blanket on me. The warmth alone made me go crazy. My hand slid to my pussy where I began to finger myself. Mark sat in the chair on the other side of the room and watched. I began thinking of our time together from earlier and shortly began bucking wildly. 

Once again Mark blanketed me and slowly stuck his penis in my already cumming pussy. That same feeling like before. Nothing turns me on greater than that first thrust. Slamming against my pussy Mark made sure I took every inch of his penis. At the same time he began playing with my clit. I made a mess of his sheets but that didn't stop us. He turned me over and began again. Pulling my hair he asked me why did I do that. I replied that it was his fault. He slammed against me as hard as possible and stuck his penis deeper and deeper. I began to come. With his pelvic bone slamming against my ass cheeks he annihilated my pussy for the next two hours. Mark tensed up and let another load go inside of me. We glistened in the light from all of the sweat on our bodies, I laid my head on his chest. I could hear Mark's heart beating a mile a minute. I was still having convulsions. I decided to take a shower. 

The only way to get off the bed was to go over Mark. I straddled him for a minute and kissed him. After pointing me in the right direction I climbed off of him wrapped only in a blanket. As I made my way through the bathroom door he simply said, "Seriously, Thank you for all that you do."