2 comments/ 10741 views/ 2 favorites Taking a Chance Ch. 01 By: Nick_Mason [This is Part One of an ongoing story. It's my first attempt, so please be kind! I hope you enjoy it!] * She caught his eye as she stepped through the open double doors of the bar and out onto the sun-bleached poolside patio. She stood framed in the doorway, casually glancing around to find a free sun-lounger and posing perfectly. He wondered if it was intentional -- a show for any guys that might be looking -- or whether the model-style posture just came naturally to her. Safe behind his dark sunglasses, he allowed his gaze to wander freely over her. She was young - probably around twenty- and achingly beautiful, her curves and smoothly tanned skin accentuated by the light blue bikini and shimmering translucent sarong. She lifted her own fashionably oversized sunglasses for a moment and pouted her lips slightly, before selecting a lounger directly opposite him. He bit his tongue - of all the luck! She sat, fumbled with the cord ties of her sandals, and then relaxed back, kicking the shoes off as she lifted her legs. From where he sat, he had a perfect view. She was only a meter or so away, with the soles of her feet directly facing him. She wriggled her toes a little and then stretched them out wide before relaxing. She was already thoroughly engaged in fiddling with her cellphone, and he felt comfortable in drinking up the details. Her feet were dainty and wonderfully soft-looking. The pads of her soles and all of her plump delicious-looking toes were dusted with a little greyish dirt, but that only seemed to accentuate their inviting shapes. He stared at them, and became conscious of a rush of pleasure running through his body. He quickly looked away, acutely aware that here amidst tens of other people was not the perfect place to get any visible signs of excitement. Especially not while wearing nothing but swimming shorts. He closed his eyes and started to think of mundane things while the thrill subsided, but opened them when he heard a sigh of exasperation. The girl stood up as she answered her phone. As she started to talk in an irritated tone of voice, she walked off past the pool and through the side gate to the small veranda at the back of the hotel. He sighed. While getting horny by the poolside wasn't great, he did miss the view now that the girl had gone. But then a thought struck him. He sat up a little and peered over at the girl's now vacant lounger. There, discarded next to it, were her sandals. A familiar thrill coursed through him. He looked about, but no-one was paying very much attention. Distractedly, almost as if controlled by some other force, he stood up and walked over to her lounger. He picked up the pair of sandals, and hurried back inside the hotel. His heart was pounding with fear and adrenaline by the time he finally reached his suite and pushed the door shut behind him. He looked down. There, in his hand, was a pair of sandals. A stranger's sandals. It was the first time he'd ever done anything so impulsive, not to mention slightly weird, but he now couldn't shake the image of her perfectly formed feet from his mind. Inside his shorts his cock was swelling and twitching. He practically ran to the bedroom, clutching the sandals in one hand as he pulled his shorts down with the other, awkwardly kicking them off as he climbed on his knees onto the bed. His dick almost painfully hard now, he took one shoe in each hand. He lifted the sandal in his left hand and held it before him, taking in every detail. It had a thick sole, almost a platform, and long spaghetti straps. Blue, to match her bikini. On the inner-sole, there were the barest imprints of her toes and heel. He lifted it closer to his face, closed his eyes, and then buried his nose into it. It smelled of sea-water and coconut. He inhaled a deep, heavy breath of it as he began to rub the sandal in his right hand along the underside of his hard shaft. He started by pressing it firmly into his balls, pulling the skin on his erection tight, before running it along the whole length right to the tip. As the rough fabric reached his swollen head, he let out a small moan of pleasure. 'I was going to ask for those back, but after this... I think you can keep them.' He started suddenly, throwing the shoes away from himself and his cock immediately going limp. He span and tumbled on the bed, clutching at the sheets in a desperate attempt to save his modesty. In the doorway of his bedroom stood the girl, her arms folded and her sunglasses pulled up and nestling in her dark hair. Her lips were pursed tight, her eyes wide. 'I...' he began to stutter, but she cut him off. 'Your door wasn't locked, so I thought I'd come and find out why you stole my shoes. Guess I know now, huh?' He stared at her, entirely unsure what to do. Was she going to call the manager? The police? He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Panic overtook him, and he took a deep stupid gulp of air. Then she smiled and let out a single hollow-sounding laugh. 'Jesus, don't start to hyperventilate or anything, okay? Calm down!' She stepped into the bedroom, her tense stance relaxing a little, and she sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. 'I'm not going to get you kicked out or arrested or anything, so relax.' He gasped again and let the air out slowly, still staring at her. He took a normal breath. 'Okay. Okay, I'm relaxed. Not at all shaken up by this experience.' Suddenly the words started to flow fast and loose. 'I swear I don't really know what I was doing or why I did it and I'm sorry but...' She help up a hand to stop him mid-flow. 'Okay, shut up. I don't want to hear all that stuff.' She sighed a little and blinked for a long moment, before looking right at him. 'I'm not pissed or anything, really. Truthfully, I'm sort of curious. When I saw you disappearing back into the hotel with my sandals in your hand, I really had no idea why you were taking them. Now, I have some idea. But... I'd like to know more...' 'What do you mean, "know more"? What do you want to know, exactly?' He wasn't sure where this was going, but at least she wasn't screaming or calling the cops. She took a deep breath, and smiled. 'Well, okay. I want to know... why you were just smelling my shoes, for starters.' She grinned a little as she said it, and he could suddenly tell that this naive act was exactly that - an act. 'Oh, and why you were touching your dick with them.' He blinked, and blushed a deep crimson. 'Well, seeing as we're being honest here, apparently...' He sighed and grimaced. 'I saw your feet when you were on the lounger by the pool, and I couldn't get the image of them out of my head. So when you left I stole your sandals because... well, because it was the only way I could think of satisfying my foot fetish.' He let out a deep breath. Somehow admitting it all didn't seem so bad. She grinned a little, but then shook her head and set her face into a faux-curious expression. 'Oh, a foot fetish, huh? Never heard of it. What's one of those?' She leaned in a little closer, as if studying him. 'You want me to explain it?' 'Yep!' She smirked at his discomfort, and then with a wide grin she twisted around, lifting her legs up onto the bed and sitting cross-legged. He didn't even have to look to know her cute bare feet were only inches away from him, but he couldn't stop himself from stealing a quick glance down. She wriggled her toes. His eyes snapped back up. 'Come on, tell me,' she persisted. 'Well, okay. I can't explain why I have it, if that's what you're asking, but when I say I have a foot fetish I mean that I get turned on by feet. Specifically female feet. And today, very specifically your feet. Just thinking about them is enough to get me really worked up.' 'Oh, I see' she said, nodding slowly with a serious expression. 'So instead of liking normal things like tits and pussy, you like feet? Weird.' 'No! I mean, I still like those things too. But I like feet just as much. Maybe even a little more.' 'Okay, so you're not a total freak then.' She pulled a face and laughed at his hurt expression, but then resumed her poker face. 'And you were looking at my feet earlier?' He nodded slowly, careful not to let his gaze leave hers. 'And what were you thinking of, when you were looking at my feet?' He blushed again but staunchly carried on. Now was no time to get embarrassed. 'Uh, all sorts of things.' 'Such as?' She cocked her head to one side, her feline eyes wide open with pretend naivety. 'Well, I sort of wanted to know what they smelled like.' 'Ohh, so that's why you were sniffing my shoe!' She raised an eyebrow. 'So, how was it?' 'It was good. Really good! Smelled like sea-water and coconut.' 'Oh, you liked it?' she purred. 'I bet you'd like to smell it straight from the source, wouldn't you?' He stared at her, speechless. She laughed lightly at his disbelief. 'Come on, I know you want to!' She leaned back, supporting herself with her arms behind her, and uncrossed her legs. Slowly she began to lift her right leg until her toes were hovering before his eyes. 'Go ahead. You get one sniff, but then you have to tell me more about this foot fetish of yours. Deal?' Suddenly, all he could see was her perfectly-formed foot. Everything else seemed to fade into the background. He lifted his hands, cradled her heel reverently, and closing his eyes he pressed his eager nose into the warm, soft space between her toes and the pad of her foot. He took one long breath in, inhaling the intoxicating mix of seawater, coconut lotion, and faint, sweet perspiration, before he felt her foot being drawn back out of his grasp. His eyes stayed closed for a moment longer as he held his breath, savouring the scent for as long as possible, before he exhaled. He opened one eye. She was cross-legged again, and smirking. 'How was it?' 'That was... incredible,' he replied with a satisfied sigh. 'Incredible, huh? That's the first time anyone's said that about my feet!' She leaned forward again, hands on her knees. 'So, what else do you like about feet, Mister Footboy?' 'Matt,' he said, smiling a little and holding out his hand. 'My name is Matt.' She took his hand and shook it earnestly. 'I'm Becky,' she grinned. 'And I dunno, I think Footboy has a nice ring to it.' He laughed. 'Footboy it is, then!' Taking a Chance Ch. 02 Author's note: This is the second installment in this series. While it does stand alone, the first chapter sets some of the scene. Please, vote and comment below, the feedback is the only payment we authors get! ***** I stared at my computer, trying to look busy, lest the owner of the company poke his head through the door on one of his surprise Friday afternoon inspections. I looked at the clock, which read 2:50, while trying to will it to speed up. No dice. At 3 on Friday he left, and then it'd just be maybe an hour of boredom and awkward wrapping up before the weekend started. And though tonight I had nothing exciting planned, just food and pool with a couple of buddies from the office, I was still bored and ready to start my weekend. Plus, I knew that tomorrow I was seeing Tiffany at some point. Not a minute too soon, either, as it'd been several days and my balls were already achingly full. Right then, a familiar baritone rang through the office. "Fuck it guys, why pretend? It's the weekend, and it's going to be slow until Monday and new business, so let's pack it up!" John, the owner of the company, was yelling at all of us to go home. With the end of the month being here, we were waiting for our newest spate of work to arrive on Monday, and apparently he didn't want us sitting there pretending to work in the interim. I wasn't going to argue. As I set about closing my files and shutting down my laptop, my phone vibrated, and I glanced down. It was a message from Tiff. "Please please PLEASE say you can come over tonight. Like now, if possible. Have never needed ur cock more." So raincheck on pool, I guess. I told Carl, and he gave me a slight bit of guff about bailing, until I showed him the text, and he started laughing. "If you don't go, I'll try to find her place and fuck her." I flipped him off, and we laughed as I bid him farewell, getting in my car to head over to the East Valley and to my awaiting and insatiable lady. I called her my lady because I wasn't sure what to call her. She was like a girlfriend, except she told me she didn't believe in monogamy, and being fresh off a divorce, I wasn't eager to be tied down, either. We'd been seeing each other six weeks, and thus far exclusively, but she was very involved in the porn industry, and had also told me frequently that she wanted me to sleep with somebody else. She'd even begun probing for details on what/who I found hot as she showed me porn, which was also quite frequent. The drive from my office to her house took around 25 minutes. When I pulled up, the driveway was packed full of cars. While I was used to occasional cars when video techs and such came over to help her edit down scenes, this was a new experience on me. When I stepped in the door, it was even crazier, as the house appeared to have at least a good 30 or more bodies inside it. Music played from out by the pool, and a girl with a lip ring and a clipboard looked at me and asked "Cast or crew?" "Neither. I'm a friend of Tiffany's," I replied. "Are you Martin?" "That's me." "Okay. She's upstairs. Either the video room or the set." I nodded at her instructions and headed upstairs. As I went upstairs, a couple of starlet-looking ladies with large, obviously fake breasts breezed past me, and as I turned the corner at the top, I nearly walked right into a man so large, I almost mistook him for a wall. "Sorry, dude!" he shot out cheerily, as he ambled around me. As he walked away, I goggled for half a second. He had to be at least 6'5" and was probably a solid, overly-musclebound 250 lbs, clad in nothing but a speedo and a very obviously store bought tan. I walked into the makeshift studio, which had a few bodies in it, including a couple of girls on the bed in bikinis, kneeling as some production assistant adjusted lighting and called out info to some dude with a laptop and a couple of cameras snaked to it. "Make sure we don't have the top shadow," I heard Tiffany yelling out, "I don't want a reshoot because I can't see pussy lips again." As I poked my head around a body, she looked over and saw me, then smiled big. "I'll be back in a few guys, roll this," she yelled as she moved over to me. "Hi," she beamed, giving me a quick, romantic but not overly so kiss. She was clad in a robe, freshly showered with no makeup. "Come on," she said, leading me out to the hall." "What's up?" I asked, somewhat confused as to why she invited me over during a day she was apparently shooting. "I need you," she said, dragging me toward the bedroom. "What's going on?" I inquired, still a bit confused as she locked the door behind me and then quickly threw herself against me. Not that I was complaining, obviously, since I was rapidly growing against my jeans. "I had to shoot today with this horrible meathead," she said, as she attacked my mouth again, threw off her robe and stood before me totally nude. She began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt almost frantically. "Horrible in bed. Couldn't make me cum after 90 minutes of trying. I'm so tense I'm ready to explode." By this point she had dropped to her knees and was ripping open my pants to fish my cock out. She attacked my cock so forcefully she actually pushed me against the wall, which thankfully was less than a foot behind me. About a dozen vigorous sucks, and she wrapped her hand around, saying "God yes..." to nobody in particular as she stood up, wrapped a leg around me, and reached down to guide me into her already wet pussy. I grabbed her around the waist to steady her as she began grinding herself into me with a force that almost took me off guard. I was used to her being an aggressive and wild fuck, but this was another gear that I hadn't even seen. "Holy fucking shit I needed this cock!" she essentially yelled as I slammed back at her while attempting not to lose my balance. I tried to shift her to a position that might have been more comfortable, but she refused to move off of me. Quickly, I saw the telltale signs of her impending O, as she started her little staccato barks, then screamed out an alright "Fuckkkkk Meeeeeee Fuck fuck FUCK!!" I felt her pussy clamp hard on my cock, and stopped my strokes for a second to allow her to catch her breath, but also out of shock. We had been fucking for maybe 90 seconds, and she had cum hard. I felt her pussy lubing liberally down my balls, which only happened when she was crazy turned on. She opened her eyes and brought her head back down, and started giggling. "I'm so sorry, I'm not laughing at you, but the look on your face is priceless." "You okay?" I asked. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was so wound up, after all that sex but no cum. I had to something awful. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you so much," she said, kissing me sweetly. "I need to return the favor, though, you haven't cum yet." "I'm okay. I mean, let's keep going, but I don't think I can cum that quickly," I interjected. "That's okay," she laughed. "I don't need to poke my head out for a couple of hours. We have plenty of play time," she said, as she led me to the bed. I had to reach down and partially pull my pants up, since they were still around my ankles, and as I sat down on the bed, she got down again and began giving me a much less frenetic blowjob. I began to relax, and was reaching down to unlace one of my shoes, when a knock came from the door. "Go away," she growled. "Tiffany, it's Amber. Please let me in." "Not a good time," Tiffany shot back. "I know, I just really need to hide for a few," came the voice. "I'm sorry," she said to me, giving me a quick peck before she crossed over, cracked the door, and poked her head out. "I told you, worst possible time. I'm with my man right now." "I know," the girl answered. I couldn't see her, but her voice was pretty and melodic. "Hell, the whole house knows, technically. But seriously, I need a hiding spot that meathead won't find me. We shoot in an hour and he's being his normal macho bullshit self." "Fine, but you owe me," Tiff said as she hurried the girl in. The girl who came in was a total physical contrast to Tiff. She had a few tattoos, but she was almost baby faced with a pixie cut, brown hair with magenta dye worked in part of it, and short and curvy as all can be. And taking a look at her (ridiculously huge) breasts, they were either real or the best fake job I had ever seen. Her hips were wide and full, and her butt large and round. My cock jerked as I watched her body bounce in her skimpy bikini. "Hi, I'm Amanda," she said as she came over to shake my hand. As I muttered a greeting, she stole a quick look at my cock, saying "Very nice, Tiff, good job." "Get out of the way, girl, I've got unfinished business," Tiffany admonished. "Well at least let the guy finish undressing before you keep humping him," she offered. "Sit down in the corner and be quiet," Tiffany barked, as she started to help me out of my clothes, which were still all on, though undone. After I was as naked as her, she climbed on top of me and guided me back in, and we began a rhythm again. I began concentrating on her again, and almost forgot about the girl in the corner. After a couple of minutes, though, I began to hear a distinct, recognizable squishy sound. "Amanda! Are you fingering yourself?" Tiffany demanded. "Yeah. Sorry, you guys are hot, I couldn't help it." "Why?" she said, as she halted her movement on my pole. Dammit, a guy couldn't get off around here for anything today! "This isn't filmed, you two are just fucking, and that's a lot hotter than what's going on down the hall." "Fine," Tiff responded, as she started moving again. Thank god. "Hey," she halted again. "Do you want to watch her play with her pussy while we fuck?" My cock hardened, and she laughed, "Yeah, I think he's into it. Take off your suit, girl." As Amanda got naked and spread her legs in the chair, Tiffany got on all fours and moved me behind her so I could fuck and her and watch Amanda finger her slit. We started again, and now I had the added stimulation of watching this rather cute little sexpot playing with herself. She moaned appreciatively as I was pushing into Tiffany, and the entire scene was very hot and charged. "God Tiff," Amanda spoke, "This reminds me of that threesome scene we did last year." "Uh huh," Tiff grunted, and I could tell she was getting close again. Already? "When we both fucked that guy, and you fingered my asshole because I was afraid to take a cock up my backdoor so you just rammed me open, and we both came over and over again in that 69." "Oh my fucking GOD!!" Tiff let out, as I drove in and stayed deep until she stopped spasming. As I concentrated on holding on to her hips, I heard a kissing sound, only to look up and see them in the middle of a very passionate kiss. "Bad girl," I heard Tiff say with a deep giggle. "You like me like that," Amanda shot back. "She likes when you talk dirty while fucking her," she said to me. With that, she whispered to Tiff, and they both giggled. Tiff whispered back, and Amanda nodded. "I have a surprise for you loverboy," Tiffany purred, and she reached over, disengaging from my cock to pull a condom from the nightstand. Before I even could react, it was being unrolled onto my member, and Amanda laid down on the bed as Tiffany began guiding me to Amanda's waiting pussy, saying "I want you to fuck her. I want to watch you pound her senseless." Amanda was grabbing on to her ankles, pulling her legs open wide so she could give me easy access, and as I felt Tiff's hand on my ass, I was pushing into her wet, tight hole. "Oh god that's good," Amanda cooed, letting go of her ankles and crossing them behind me. "He has a very nice cock Tiff, I see why you like fucking him." "Yeah, but you're right, I should share more," she giggled. I was in a bit of shock, but not so much that I was going to resist enjoying this amazing turn of events. I began sawing in and out of Amanda, enjoying the way her nice big titties bounced as I did so. I reached down and started playing with them, sucking one, then another nipple into my mouth. They were huge, nearly as big as my head, and her nipples were quite big and round, and quite responsive as soon as I began to suck on them. Amanda purred a bit as I did so. "Is his tongue as good when he eats pussy?" she asked. "Better," Tiffany shot back. "Way, way better, actually." I turned to look at her, and was the tiniest bit surprised that the only emotion I could read on her face was lust. "That is so fucking hot," she said, and then she reached over and started playing with Amanda's clit. Amanda grunted hard, and as Tiff started deliberately spanking her clit, I felt a very slight tightening of her slit, and she blinked and gave a heavy exhale. "Mmm, baby one," she exhaled, grinning evilly. I felt an immediate challenge, like I had to make her cum hard so she'd want to fuck me again. I must have pushed in harder without realizing it, because she moaned hard, before saying, "God damn, he's good." And then, she pulled me down flat on top of her and pushed her hips back faster to signal she wanted a bit more impact and speed. "I love a nice strong man on top of me, fucking me hard." She wrapped her arms around my ribcage, pressing those giant breasts against me. "Are you enjoying fucking her?" Tiffany asked. "Fuck yes, she's incredible," I answered. "She's just built to plow into hard," she responded. "If you want to set off a big rolling O with her, work on her neck and her tits, they're both really sensitive." I needed no further admonition, quickly nibbling on her neck as I worked my way down to her nipples. She had very large areolae that were great fun to tease, and extreme responsive. "Oh fuck yes, work on my titties," she said, as I kept pistoning hard into her. I could feel her wetness beginning to flow past the base of my cock and on to my crotch and balls. Under me, Amanda rocked her hips. "Turn me over," she groaned. I pulled out and quickly flipped her over, pulling her hips up and back as I guided my pole back into her waiting pussy. Just then, I felt a warm wetness envelop my balls, and I looked back to realize that Tiffany was busy licking my balls and taint. "Sorry, couldn't resist," she said with a somewhat sheepish expression. I just smiled. It felt amazing, almost too good. "If you keep that up, you're going to make me cum," I warned her. Thankfully, she moved down to Amanda's clit. I reached around as she began to lap at her button, and rolled her nipple between her fingers, as I really started fucking her for all I was worth. Her breathing started to become labored, and a fine layer of sweat started to form on the small of her back. I dug my hands into her hips hard, roughly abusing them and her pussy, and after about a minute more of hard pounding, she started to moan in a crescendo, punctuating it with a "Fuck fuck fuck Fuck me Running!" Her pussy contracted in a wave, up and down my shaft several times, and I nearly spilt my load right there as her pussy flowed around my junk. She paused, and then looked over at Tiff. "You have any Astroglide?" Tiff quickly dashed to the bedside repository, holding up a bottle triumphant, which Amanda quickly took from her. She pulled my cock out, coating the condom liberally with the lube, then started working one, then two lubed fingers into her asshole. "I have to shoot a backdoor scene in a few, but I'd love you to open my star up first." My mind was spinning with even more disbelief as she pushed me in slowly to her pucker, opening up to take the first three inches, then slowly opening up the inner ring. She reached down to adjust the condom and my pubic hair, and after a little bit of back and forth, we were fucking at damn near full speed and impact. "Oh god, yes, fuck my ass, that nice hard thick cock feels so good up it," she moaned. I had done anal before, but this girl's ass was seriously the tightest thing I had ever probed. It was almost painful. I was building hard, I knew, and didn't know how much time I had left, so I quickly snaked my thumb into her pussy, pressing down on the G-spot as she groaned a very satisfied noise. I started pulling back with an upward tilt to my prick on about every third or fourth stroke, and I was getting in a rhythm when I felt Tiffany's mouth on my balls again. "Fuck, that feels way too good," I admonished her, hoping to get her to stop. But she didn't let up, and I was slowing down and trying every trick I knew of to hold back. I thought about baseball, clenched my butt, etc, but there was no holding it back, and I let forth what felt like a torrent of jizz as I pushed deep into her ass. "Holy shit!" Amanda exclaimed as I unloaded in her. "Yeah, he cums pretty hard," Tiffany shot back. I was a bit lightheaded—the buildup and prolonged nature of all this playing had really led to a very intense orgasm. I steadied myself, then slowly pulled out of her ass, taking care to be gentle. She turned around and gently slid the condom off of me, and simply let out a "Wow!" as she held it up. "You seriously cum a lot, dude." "Be glad you didn't suck him off," Tiffany shot back. "Sometimes if he's a bit built up, it's a challenge to swallow all of it." "OK. I need to shoot with him," Amanda said, laughing. "No, I'm not a.." I began. "He's a civilian," Tiffany interjected. "A shame," Amanda responded. "I'd love to shoot with him. He's way more fun than meathead. Foot long dick on that one and he can't make a girl cum to save his life." Suddenly I put two and two together. "Was that the guy you shot with earlier?" I asked Tiffany. "Yeah. Horrible. And he's cute and muscled, but damn, is he disappointing." "Not the huge guy with the bad fake tan?" I asked. "Yeah," she replied. "Brad. God is he shitty. It's like being rammed with a rolling pin, and not in a good way." "Speaking of which, I've got a date on camera with the rolling pin," Amber said, getting up. She quickly donned her bikini, saying "I'm going to go get cleaned up. Thank you both, you really helped take the edge off." And with that, she grabbed my chin and kissed me deeply, then moved over to Tiffany and did the same thing. I couldn't help but watch her ass sway as she slowly strutted out of the bedroom. "You want to fuck her again, don't you?" Tiffany asked. "Yes. Is that okay with you?" I asked. "Of course. I trust Amanda. There are only a few girls I know that I would say no over, but they're not my friends, and I wouldn't let them into my private bedroom. Amanda's fun, and she's not about to get attached to anything but your cock, so have fun, by all means," she replied, kissing me. We laid on the bed, touching and kissing for a few minutes, before getting in the shower and cleaning up. I noticed her watching me as I was busy cleaning up my crotch. "What?" I asked "Do you trust me?" she inquired. "Of course," I answered. "Why?" "Rinse off and get out," she said, stepping out of the shower. I heard her start the tub behind me, and quickly finished rinsing, shutting off the shower. As I toweled off my upper body, she motioned me over. "Sit on the edge of the tub," she admonished, and I did as instructed. She began to splash water on my crotch, then reached up and kissed me deeply. "I'm going to shave you. It may take you a day or two to get used to, but after a while, you'll love it." She was playing with my shaft and balls softly, and I was growing a bit due to the attention. "It's a bit easier if you're at least partially erect," she explained. "Um, I'm not so sure about this," I said. "Listen, if you don't like it, you can always grow it back, and I won't complain. But trust me and try it, okay? Most men love it after a few days. It makes cleanup way easier, and you'll be amazed what I can do with my mouth without hair in the way." Taking a Chance Ch. 02 I sighed and nodded to give her permission. She slowly, almost sensually began by applying a shaving cream to my pubic bone, then shaved a very small patch. She dipped the razor to rinse it, then quickly returned, very slowly and deliberately working around my shaft, then the base, and then my balls. After she had cleared out the major hair, she returned for another pass to get the now-stubble. As I relaxed, she worked smoothly and sensually, glancing up at me occasionally, whispering little tidbits about how much I was going to love the end result. "It'll make you more sensitive for at least a few days, but you're going to love the way it feels," she said as she slowly worked her soapy hand over my shaft before drawing the razor lazily over another little patch. "You'll be able to feel my pussy lips against you like never before, and my cum will run down you with no resistance. And when I blow you, oh my god..." By this point, I was standing at full attention, and completely shaved clean. She led me back to the shower, and rinsed me off. When we exited, she gripped my cock firmly and muttered "Damn that looks so good..." before dropping to her knees and taking me quickly into her mouth all the way down. She pulled off, quickly licking up and down my sides, then paying some nice loving attention to my balls, and I was so sensitive I almost came right away, exhaling quickly as I tried to breathe through it. "See what I mean?" she asked. "Yeah," I returned, "I think you were right. Damn." "You haven't felt anything yet," she said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the bed. She motioned for me to sit, then quickly climbed on my lap, wrapping her legs around me and lowering herself on to me in one fluid motion. She started rocking up and down, and I could immediately feel a difference. I could feel her on every inch of my cock, including the base. It was amazing and divine and positively electric. "Thank you for letting me shave you," she lowly mouthed into my ear, "you have no idea what a turn on that was for me to feel a man trust me that much. Can you feel me running down you right now?" Indeed, I could, and I responded "Yes, it's amazing." Her juices were flowing down and I could feel them collecting at the base of my cock. I was in heaven as this was a sensation unlike anything I was used to, but was slightly worried I was going to lose control. I think Tiff sensed my tension, because she leveled her gaze at me and said "You know what I think I need?" "What?" I asked, as she began climbing off my pole. "I think I need a nice protein shake from you," she shot back, motioning me to get on the bed so she could crawl up between my legs, "and then you can lick my pussy nice and good in return." She wasted no time and didn't even wait for my reply (like I was going to argue with that, really) before deep thoating my pole. I leaned my head back and savored the attention, as she quickly did a figure eight, pulling me in and out of her incredible mouth. She returned to her popsicle-like technique, working up and down each plane of my dick as she looked up at me intently. "You want to cum in my pretty little mouth, baby? Fill my mouth and throat with your juice as I wrap my lips around your big hard cock?" She quickly moved to the head again, working her tongue around my glans as she jacked me into her mouth. I felt myself rising, ready to boil over. "Baby, I'm so close..." I started, and she quickly put all of me in her mouth. "Mmmmhhhhmmmm," she moaned, staring up intently at me with those amazing aquamarine eyes. I lost it, crying out at the top of my lungs as I emptied deep into her mouth and throat. I saw her eyes go wide, but instead of gagging (as many girls would tend to do), she grabbed on to my hips and opened her throat wider, gripping tighter with her lips. I got dizzy for a second—this seemed to be a common theme with this girl—and steadied myself as I came down from what I quickly realized was head and shoulders above any blow job I've ever had. As I regained my breath, she milked the last few drops from my slowly deflating member, then reluctantly pulled off, licking her lips. "God I love the taste of your cum," she panted breathily. "You seemed to enjoy that?" "My god yes!" I shot back. "But I think somebody else needs to cum, now," I growled, pouncing on her and flipping her over. As I spread her legs, I noticed she was dripping and her clit was already quite swollen. As I looked up, she said "What can I say, sucking your cock gets me horny." I smiled at her, and gave her a bit of quick foreplay, working my tongue in small circles on her lips and around her button, then gently diving in, delivering some soft licks before I began using the flat of my tongue against her clit. I pulled back and teased her the way I knew she loved, using the tip of my tongue hard and rapid against her, then working a bladed approach in and upward. "Okay, you only get another hour or two to do that," she joked, and so I quickly resumed, smiling up at her as I snaked a finger into her slit. "Two," she moaned, so I quickly put another one in, as I began more aggressively attacking her clit. She started to breathe with a lot of effort, and I knew I had her close. "Three!" she grunted, and I was a bit surprised, as that was a new request, but I complied and began to finger her with as much enthusiasm as possible, as I lustily sucked her clit in between my lips. "Ohhhhhh FUCCCKKKKKKK BABY!!" she screamed, as she let loose with a fine spray of cum all over my face. "Holy shit!" she yelled, startled. "What?!" I sat up in alarm. "No, it's okay. I just never squirt that hard," she replied. "Oh, good. You had me worried something was wrong." "No, not at all. Just surprised, that's all. Whatever you just did, please remember it and do it again." "You got it," I said, as I lowered my head down between her legs again. "Oh my god baby I didn't mean..." she broke off, as I returned my attention to her clit. The thing is, I've always enjoyed eating a woman out, and the Tiffany's reaction just made me want to do it again. So I repeated my previous sucking and fingering as she squirmed underneath me. I was loving seeing her cum like this, and it was turning me on something fierce to feel her getting this heated. After a few minutes, I realized I was quickly returning to full mast. I returned to aggressively flicking and sucking her clit, and after a few more seconds, was rewarded with an even more powerful squirt all over my face. How do girls swallow all this, I wondered? I started crawling up, determined to fuck her again, when she put a hand on my chest. "You're going to hate me." "What?" I asked. "I need a breather, baby. I promise you I will fuck you later, but right now you just made me cum hard several times and I need a quick break." I smiled at her. "You got it," I nodded. I knew that she'd keep her promise, anyway. I moved up to kiss her, then remembered that my face was still covered with her. I went to wipe it, and she just said "Leave it. I like when pussy is all over your face. It's hot." And with that, she reached out and kissed me deeply, lingering her tongue down my chin afterwards. "Yummy," she added, smacking her lips slightly. I moved next to her on the bed, and she cuddled into me sweetly. We just laid there, contentedly in each other's arms, her absentmindedly trailing her fingers over my chest the way she always did. I felt so peaceful, like if I hadn't been so ready to go a few minutes ago, I could have just dropped off right there. Then, she got up on one elbow and looked at me intently. "Would you be terribly insulted if I called you my boyfriend? I mean as a label. Because we feel like that lately. Look, I'm not asking you to commit to me in any weird way or whatever. We can still keep fucking other people. In fact, I want to. I loved seeing you with Amanda, it was so goddamn hot watching you fuck her. But I like you a lot and want you in my life romantically. Would that be okay with you?" I felt warm inside, and didn't even hesitate. "I'd love that. I don't want to tie you down either. I don't think I could, honestly," "I don't know, you just about fucked and licked me to my limits there earlier..." "No, I'm just saying, I like you quite a lot, too. I don't know what else to say about this relationship, but I want to keep seeing you. I want you in my life." "And you're okay with the keeping playing around?" "Yeah, of course. What guy wouldn't be?" I shot back. "More guys than you think. Some are really old fashioned. And some get weird when they see their girl with another guy. Fortunately for you, I'm much more into having a steady dick and bringing in women to share." "So are you saying I'm the only guy you want?" I asked, a bit surprised. This seemed to contrast every rule she had set down at the beginning. "Not necessarily. But most guys don't keep my interest. You're the only one I've wanted consistently. Plus, I still shoot 1-3 scenes a month, so there's that. I thought I was through with it, but I got some interest and revival from one of my old distributors, so I'll likely be fucking on camera a little more frequently, just to warn you." "Okay," I replied, "I understand." "You're sure?" she asked, "Because I'd really like to try this. And like I said, I won't tie you down. Fuck whoever you want. Please. I think I may need you to do so just to let off some extra steam. But I want you to come back to my bed at nights." "Well," I responded, "let's try it. And let's see how it goes. But I do really like you and I want to see where this goes." She kissed me hard and yelled "Woohoo!" jokingly. I grabbed her around the hips and kissed her back, pulling her into my lap and an embrace. "Okay," she interrupted, "I need some fluids and maybe food before we start that again. Jesus, if I knew a threesome would get you so wound up, I would've brought in another girl ages ago." And with that, she got off me and went to retrieve her robe from the floor. "Oh, I almost forgot, I got you something," she added, going to her closet. She quickly tossed me a heavy terrycloth robe. "I figured if you were going to be around my house when shooting was happening, it might be useful," she added. I quickly donned it and thanked her. We went downstairs, past the shooting and general hubbub still happening in the house, and snacked on some fruit and water. We ate in silence, frequently glancing at each other and just smiling like stupid teenagers. It felt good to be in a relationship with her, and even though it was a bit "odd" by society's norms, it felt right to me, so who cared what people thought? "Want to see the shoot?" she inquired, as we finished. "Sure," I said, as she led me by the hand back up the stairs. We pushed into the studio, and Amanda was naked on the bed with the "Rolling Pin," as they had dubbed him. They were going at it, and she was moaning loudly and convincingly. After a few minutes, a guy in the corner in a Hawaiian shirt yelled "Okay, wrap!" and they separated. "Brad, we're ready for the cumshot!" he barked out, and the gorilla began furiously jacking his cock, while some gal zoomed in and started sucking him. I stared wide-eyed, as his dick was astoundingly huge even for porn standards, at least a foot long and so thick she could barely get her hands around it "You see what I mean?" Tiffany whispered. "The fluffers even have a hard time with him. And he's not gentle. It's a chore to shoot with him. I can't believe Amanda can take that up her ass." "Are you fucking kidding me?" I whispered back. "She's the current anal queen in the industry," she answered. After a few minutes, Rolling Pin nodded and grunted toward the director, who then yelled "Okay, Amanda, get ready!" She slid in to the scene, and he counted off and yelled for action. Amanda started manically jacking and sucking his cock, and after a couple of more minutes, he shot his load vigorously all over her tits and face. A few more seconds of her ministering to the head, and the director called for a wrap. Rolling Pin reached for her, but she ignored him and went off to the shower. "Chet, what else do we have for the day?" Tiffany shot to the man in the Hawaiian shirt. "Well, I wanted to do the last scene with Heather and Michael, but I think we may want to wait until tomorrow, we've got to review the last two scenes first." "Yeah, it's late," she agreed, noting the time. "We'll pick up tomorrow." "We could use one more," Chet added. "I know. I'm still trying to figure out who to use." I felt an arm snake up behind me, and looked over to see Amanda, hair still wet, come up beside me, smiling big. "Hey," she beamed at Tiffany, "how about a threesome scene with you, me, and Martin. That'd be fun and hot." I looked in her eyes, but there was no sign of joking in them. I suddenly felt very awkward, as I noticed several people in the room staring at me. Thankfully, Tiffany cleverly sidestepped that. "Amanda, we'd have to discuss it privately. I don't know that either Martin or I want to shoot tomorrow." "If you're not feeling up to it, I'll take your place, Tiff," some blonde in the corner piped up. "I always love checking out the new talent." I looked her over—she was good looking, but she looked like the stereotypical idea of a porn star, with a fake tan, bleached hair, and a rather large boob job. Even though she wasn't my type exactly, I wondered for a moment what it'd be like to be with her on camera. Tiffany stifled a giggle. "I'll let you know later, Holly." She leaned in to my ear. "They think you're the new meat on the circuit," she said lowly so that only I could hear. "Get prepared to have a few girls trying to angle scenes with you and flirting a bit." "That'll be a little hard with me not being on camera, don't you think?" I shot back. "Give me a few weeks, and I'll talk you into it," she said with a mischievous smile on her face. For the first time in my life, I felt a very unique mixture of nervousness, excitement, and trepidation. I wasn't entirely sure if she was serious, but I knew better than to dismiss that completely as a joke. My cock sprang up a bit, to about half mast, and Tiffany very slyly snaked her hand into my robe and grabbed it firmly. "Ooh, I think he likes that idea. In the meantime, I believe I owe you another round. We've got a bit of time before I need to review today's footage." And with that, she grabbed on to my hand and started leading me back toward the bedroom.