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Pornoville Ch. 01

By: KOStone



(All the characters in this story are at least18 years of age. Well actually they are all fictional, but they are fictional and at least 18)

I gave the DVD player a satisfying smack, but the disk was still jammed. It was official; I now had a new definition of bad, having your DVD player break when you are sitting on the couch sans pants with a ¾ erection. I hit the player again, but the blank TV screen mocked my repair efforts.

Great, after a 60 hour work week, I couldn't even spank my monkey. Roberto Benigni had lied, life is not beautiful, it's cruel and your DVD player will break when all you want is a simple well deserved wank. Of course it didn't help that I had run into Lisa Green, one of Karen's friends that day. She just couldn't wait to tell me Karen was dating again, and seemed very happy. I smiled, said that was great news and I was happy for Karen. In short I lied through my tightly clenched teeth.

So much for giving Karen a few weeks to come to her senses, I guess she found someone who liked talking about their day. I sighed, it wasn't that I disliked talking, but I'd been working a lot of 12 hour days for the past six months and talking about my day made me feel like I was still at work. After making it clear on several occasions that she wasn't very happy living with a monosyllabic to non-syllabic boyfriend, Karen had moved out.

I glanced down at the back of the DVD case for the porno that was stuck in my DVD player. There were pictures of people engaging in sexual acts that were illegal in every state in the union where it was perfectly legal to marry your first cousin. 

I sighed, "I bet nobody ever had to talk about their day in a porno." 

I glanced down at the DVD box; there was a picture of some stud balls deep in a redhead, her stocking covered legs locked around his waist urging him deeper. "Talking is overrated," I heard myself mutter One of the pictures on the box jumped out at me. A bleach bottle blond with improbably fake breasts was splattered with cum. The tip of her pink tongue peeked out from between her pouty lips as she starred brazenly into the camera. 

The words just came out of my mouth without any real thought. "I wish I was in a porno."

The doorbell rang and I looked up. I wasn't expecting anyone. The doorbell rang again, insistently, like I was making someone wait. I struggled into my sweatpants as I stumbled towards the door. I took a moment to adjust my cock in my pants and the doorbell rang again, twice, like a small child was on the other side of the door. I opened the door.

A small man of indeterminate age with frizzy brown hair peeking out from under a small grey ball cap stared back at me like I was an idiot. He didn't say a word, his small mud puddle brown eyes locked onto to mine like he was waiting for me to do the obvious. I wanted to ask just what was going on but all I could get out was "uh?"

"TV repairman," the small man said in a squeaky voice.

"Excuse me?" Jesus, this was bizarre.

"TV repairman, your TV is broken, right?" The small man asked in a slow careful monotone like he was talking to a not very bright four-year-old.

"It's my DVD player," I told the small man. I was getting more confused by the second. It was all I could do not to tilt my head the way our family dog used to do when she heard sirens on TV.

"Same thing," the small man muttered as he slid past me into my apartment, lugging a big toolbox.

"Hey!" I yelped. "Desiree TV Repair" was stenciled on the back of his gray jumpsuit. "I didn't call for a TV repairman."

"I was in the neighborhood." The small man said simply. He dropped his toolbox on the floor and looked at the DVD player. "You got this for Christmas, huh?"

"What? Yes, Why?"

"Cheapest model on the market," the small man muttered. A screwdriver had seemed to appear in his hand. He began futzing with the back of the player.

My first thought was to wonder if mom had known it was that cheap. I snapped out of it. I walked towards the small man

He continued fussing with the back of my DVD player, muttering to himself the whole time. I could only make out the words "back plate", "space time continuum", and "cheap."

Suddenly the small man was behind my TV running some green cables from my DVD player to my TV.

"Hey what are you doing?" I demanded.

"Changing the cables," the small man said without looking up. "Your conductivity is for shit young man."

"What do cables have to do with a jammed DVD player?"

The small man looked up from his work and fixed me with an icy stare. "Hey, who's the TV repairman here? Because no offense, but I don't remember seeing you at the correspondence school." Seeing I had no response to this, the small man went back to his work.

"Finished," The small man said as he stood up and walked back to the DVD player. He hit the eject button and the disk slide out of the machine. He looked down at my copy of "The Cuntingtons". "Ah, the early 80's, that was the golden age, there's no magic in this gonzo stuff they're peddling nowadays.

I snatched the disk away from him as I felt a flush creep up my neck. There was an awkward pause and then the next thing I knew the small man had picked up his toolbox and was walking out of my apartment.

"Hey, what do I owe you?" I asked.

The small man didn't look back. "No charge, just enjoy your movie young man." As the small man walked through the door, it closed behind him.

I ran to the door and opened it, but the hallway was empty. The small man had completely disappeared. I slowly closed the door and tried to make sense out of what had just happened and quickly hit a wall. What had just happened made zero sense.

I looked up and saw the menu screen for my DVD player on the TV. It was ready to go. I glanced down at the disk in my hand. I walked across the room and slid the disk in the machine. Yeah, not one of my better moments, but I was still horny.

The menu screen for the DVD came up on the screen and I reached for my remote, but it was gone. There was another remote on the couch right where it had been, but where my remote had been a sleek state of the art piece of new technology, this thing looked like something my parents might have owned in the 70's. I picked it up; it was heavy too, like it was filled with lead.

I briefly wondered what the small man had done while he was in my apartment. For all I knew he could have rigged a bomb in my DVD player. I quickly discarded this thought as pure paranoia. I'd watch the DVD and in about 10 minutes my head would be clear and I could make sense as to what just happened. Now that was a plan that made sense. I pushed the play button on the remote and everything went white.

I woke up in bed. There was just one teeny problem. It wasn't my bed. My bed was a nice, very responsible double bed with sensible bedding I had picked up at a big box store. This was a king sized water bed with, judging by the feeling of them against my skin, rayon leopard print sheets.

Come to think of it, this wasn't my room either. My room had the sensible beige walls of your average new apartment. This room had cheap dark wood paneling, orange shag carpet, and oh my god, a large black velvet painting of a white tiger on the wall.

The whole thing was completely bizarre, and a part of me wanted to immediately get to the bottom of what was going on, but my bladder conspired against me, and I decided my first order of business should be to find a bathroom. I stumbled out of bed, still in my sweats from the night before and walked out of the room.

I found myself in a narrow hallway, and I wasn't alone. I bumped into someone as I stepped through the door. This someone was a young woman with bleach blond hair, and a fairly pretty face, which to be honest I was not looking at right at that moment. In my defense I should point out, that it is hard for the average male to keep eye contact with a well proportioned woman in a micro French maid costume with black stockings and what had to be at least four inch stiletto heels.

She literally squealed when I bumped into her. "Oh, bonjour monsieur Dick," she twittered. It was the most ridiculously bad French accent I had ever heard in my entire life. How bad? Remember when Brenda went to Paris on 90210? This chick made Shannon Daugherty sound like Catherine Deneuve.

I wish I could have told you she was smiling when said this, but my eyes were glued to the cleavage spilling out of the push up bra she was wearing. I said something smooth like, "uh good morning, uh?"

She twittered again. "Oh monsieur Dick, you are sew funny. You pretend to forget my name. I am Yvette, zee French maid. I do the cleaning no?"

She produced a small feather duster and ran it over the wall to right of me singing "la, la, la." She dusted the wall to the left of me, la, la, la, and then she ran that feather duster right over my crouch.

"Oo, la, la Monsieur Dick I think this needs zee special French cleaning, no?"

Before I could respond Yvette had sunk to knees and had pulled my sweat pants down around my ankles. I watched as Yvette wrapped her tiny fingerless lace glove covered hands around my dick and began to slowly jack it to full size. It was then that I noticed something strange.

I mean aside from the fact I was in a place god knows where, getting jacked off by a woman I'd never seen before in my life. No, this something strange was projecting out from the middle of my groin.

Now my cock had always been described by the women in my life as "nice," or as Karen had told me two weeks before she had moved out; "it's perfectly adequate, can we talk about something else now?" The cock Yvette was pumping with long deliciously slow strokes was anything but perfectly adequate. Actually it bordered on "medical oddity", which is why Yvette had to use both of her hands to wrap around it. Huge dollops of precum oozed from my piss-slit every time Yvette ran her hands up my thick heavily veined shaft.

"Oh monsieur Dick, I think this needs polishing no?" Yvette moaned, and before I could even respond she had wrapped her whorishly red colored lips around the head of my cock. She began to slowly bob her head, and her cheeks bulged obscenely as she took more and more of my cock into her wonderful warm wet mouth. I found myself moaning as her tongue worked itself up, down and all around my throbbing shaft.

Almost reluctantly she slid her mouth back up my cock and when it came out of her mouth it was with an audible pop. She then proceeded to smother the head in butterfly kisses and slowly worked her way down my shaft until she was able to suck on my balls. It was then that I happened to notice I had misplaced my pubic hair, but at this point in time I really didn't care.

Yvette worked her way back up to the head of my cock, and proceeded to rub my cock lovingly against her face, as the head left a shiny trail of precum on her cheekbone.

"Oh monsieur Dick," she whined, "You no like my tits?"

Huh, what who? Jesus where were my manners? My hands flew down to Yvette's fleshy delights, which in my fevered condition I began to roughly knead and pinch. The last time I had been this enthusiastic in expressing my admiration for a woman's breasts had been in the 12th grade, and I had received a well deserved slap. Yvette didn't seem to have a problem with what I was doing. In fact, she promptly let out a low hungry moan, and went back to sucking my cock.

I had to get her bra off, and get my hands on her tits. That was the only thing running through my mind at that point. With one hand still tweaking her nipples, I reached down with the other to unhook her bra. Normally me trying to unhook a bra with one hand while I was getting a blow job at the same time would be a recipe for fumbling and awkwardness, but not this time. It seemed as soon as I got my hand on to the center of Yvette's front fastening bra, it popped open and her big tits spilled against my thighs.

Both my hands returned to mauling Yvette's fun bags. They were fake as hell, but her silver dollar nipples were as hard as little pebbles and to be honest at this point I didn't care if they were made by Mother Nature or Dupont.

Yvette slid my dick out of her mouth and jacked it fast and hard.

"Fuck zem; Fuck my titties with your beeg cock, monsieur Dick." Yvette just about pleaded.

It was the best idea I'd heard that day. Yvette leaned back a little bit; I slightly bent my knees, and viola! I was ready to fuck Yvette's gorgeous melons. Yvette spat on my cock and her tits, and I began to slowly pump my hips. Within about eight strokes between Yvette's spit and the precum that was now almost constant dribbling out of my cock Yvette's tits were well and truly ready to be fucked. I began to pick up speed. Yvette, tucked her chin down, and opened her mouth. On every up stroke, the head of my cock penetrated her lips and slid into that hot little mouth. My hands slid up around her head, so I could jam more and more of my cock into her mouth. A part of me worried about her chocking, but the deeper I fucked her mouth, the louder and sluttier her moans became.

Finally, after all this stimulation I felt my balls begin to boil. "I'm going to cum," I moaned.

Yvette pushed me back away from her and grabbed my cock. "Give it to me," she moaned as her hands flew up and down my cock. "Give me all of zat hot sticky cum!"

"Oh fuck!" I groaned as my cum came up my cock like a river of molten lava. The first thick rope of cum flew directly in Yvette's waiting mouth. She pulled my cock back and the next rope splattered across her right cheek, and up over her eye, disappearing into the black roots of her hair. She tilted my cock down and cum splattered her chin and a fourth rope splattered her cleavage. At this point my eyes rolled back into my head and I have no idea where the rest of my cum ended up. 

By the time I opened my eyes again, Yvette was purring like a kitten and using my still fairly hard cock to push the cum on her face into her greedy mouth. After carefully licking my cock clean, she gave it a loving kiss, and pulled my sweats back up. She stood up, told me "merci bocue, monsieur Dick," and left signing the most off key version of "Alouette" in the history of mankind.

It was about a minute after she left when I had finally come down from what had just been the most explosive orgasm of my life that I realized (a) I still had no idea where I was, and (2) I now needed to find the bathroom more then ever.

To be continued...

Pornoville Ch. 02



(This will make more sense if you read the first chapter, but honestly, you seem like a bright person and should be able to figure out what is going on with very little effort.)

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It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts after Yvette's incredible blow job. I resumed my quest for the bathroom, and after opening only two doors I found it. After relieving my bladder, I decided I needed a shower. Yvette's post blow job tongue bath had been delightful, but I had a feeling I would smell a little funky to someone I hadn't just had sex with. After a very refreshing shower, I stepped out into the narrow hallway just as confused as I had been all morning.

"There you are!" A rich sultry voice said from my right. I turned towards the voice. An attractive older woman with rich auburn hair strode down the hall towards me on five inch stiletto heels. Her stylish dark skirt was cut at least two inches above her knees and showed off a tasty peek of her white stocking clad thighs. She wore a pale ivory blouse with shoulder pads in it big enough to land a DC-10 on.

She stepped in front of me. Her makeup walked the line perfectly between whorish and clown-like. Yes, her makeup was over the top, but it did highlight her smoldering violet eyes.

I glanced down. The top two buttons on her blouse were undone and the cleavage this woman was rocking was incredible. She made poor Yvette look like a cub scout.

"Dick!" She snapped. My eyes moved back up to eye level with an almost audible click.

"Why on Earth are you wearing those ridiculous pajamas?" She demanded looking at my sweats. "I didn't think you wore pajamas," she said glancing down at my crotch and absentmindedly licking her lips.

She looked back up at me. "Can you hear what I'm saying Dick?

"Rick," I squeaked. The word just came out on its own.

"What?" She was looking at me like I was an idiot. I noticed I was getting that look a lot lately.

"My name is Rick." I muttered only because that is my name. (It's Rick Martin, sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner.)

The woman rolled her eyes at this news. "I don't have time for your shenanigans today Dick. Just put your suit on, so you won't be late for work." She marched away from me, but sneered, "Again," right before she walked down the stairs.

Work? What the hell happened to my weekend? I headed to "my" room to get dressed, because quite frankly that woman scared me.

When I got in the room I opened my closet and didn't feel warm and fuzzy about my wardrobe choices. There were three pairs of knock off designer jeans, some cheap long sleeve casual western shirts, a tennis outfit, and three Saturday Night Fever white polyester disco suits. Seeing as the woman had said suit, I slid into one of the sets of disco duds. The only shoes that were even remotely dressy were some two inch platform brown bombers. I looked at myself in the mirror and muttered; "maybe I'm a dance instructor?" I gingerly walked out of the room and tried to walk down the stairs without turning an ankle.

I found my way into the kitchen. The older woman was looking out the window sipping from an oversized martini glass. My first thought was "who the hell has a cocktail at, "I glanced at the clock on the wall above her, "8:45 in the morning?"

She glanced up at me and smiled. "There is my darling son." She walked up to me and gave my cheek an air kiss. She smelled exactly like straight gin. "Don't you look professional this morning?"

Son? I thought, gulping as that word sunk in. The older woman didn't give me a chance to say anything. "Well your car keys are on the table. Have a good day at work."

I picked up the playboy key chain on the table and glanced back at the older woman. She was in the process of sucking down another ¼ inch of gin from her fishbowl martooni glass. She just raised her penciled in eyebrow at me as if to say, "You're still here?" I turned and tottered out the door.

I walked outside and came to an immediate halt when I saw "my" car in the driveway. My jaw dropped on a hinge and I heard myself say "no fucking way."

Parked in the drive way was a humungous orange and white muscle car. I dimly remembered a TV show from my childhood where two cops had dispensed justice from a car that looked just like this one.

I walked over, got in the car and settled into my orange and white stripped nogahyde bucket seat. The car started with a throaty rumble. "Well that's not too bad," I thought to myself. I pulled out into the street.

The house I had come from was one of a long line of almost identical track houses that lined both sides of the street. I slide the car into drive and headed down the street.

Actually I was starting to feel good about this whole going to work thing. In a car it would be easier for me to find a landmark or a street sign that would let me know just where the hell I was at, and if worst came to worst, I could always stop at a gas station and buy a map. 

I reached the stop sign at the end of the block and made an arbitrary left hand turn. I drove about two blocks through an almost deserted suburban neighborhood and came to a stoplight on a busy city street. I smiled and made a right hand turn. My plan was working like a charm. I began to scan the sides of the streets for signs or landmarks.

And the next thing I knew I was pulling into a parking space in front of an office building. What the hell? Apparently I had a blackout for an unknown period of time. It's a wonder I wasn't in an accident. I got out of the car to figure out just where I was now.

"Hey Dick," a voice rang out. I turned, a guy my age in an almost identical disco suit came walking up to me. He had a dirty blond mullet and a Magnum PI mustache. Not only that but his disco shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel and he was flashing more chest hair then Yogi Bear. "Ready for another day in the salt mines buddy?" He said with a big goofy grin.

I was at work? Great, I guess there was no way I was getting out of this work thing. "Uh sure, pal."

He led me into the office building and we walked down a long hallway. Inside it was a hive of activity. The clacking of typewriters and the hum of teletypes filled the air. The workforce appeared to 99.9% female, and above average to wow in the looks department. Every woman greeted my new best friend with a cheery "Good morning Lance." I got a glance at my crouch and warm toasty "Good morning Dick" from each of the young ladies. After about four of these I found myself checking my fly. Sorry but the last time this many women had given me below the belt looks at work, I'd been wandering around with my barn door open for a good 45 minutes. That wasn't the problem today. My new friend and I kept walking.

"There you are!" A voice called out to our right at a T shaped intersection. A very shapely redhead was standing by an open doorway down the hall. "Dick I need to talk you about these reports right now."

"Oh now you're going to get it." My new friend mumbled to me, "It sounds like Tiffany is on the rag." My buddy was smiling at me like he'd just made the best joke in the world. I was craning my neck to see if anyone had heard what he just said, while I figured out what I was going to tell HR when we got written up.

"Mr. Hardwood?" The redhead asked with an amazing level of obviously fake sincerity to my new friend. "Mr. Hardcock was looking for you earlier."

My friend, Mr. Hardwood suddenly got a look on his face like someone was giving him an enema. "Uh oh, the boss man. Sorry buddy gotta go. I'll see you for drinks at lunch." He walked away and disappeared around a corner.

Drinks at lunch? Just what kind of company was this place? I was completely confused.

"Dick, can we talk in your office?" I could hear the red head's high stiletto heel tapping down the hall. I walked down the hall, wondering how I was going to explain that I had no idea what was in those reports." 

As I walked down to the office I got a good look at Tiffany. She was young, probably in her early 20's. Average height, but the high heels she was wearing had her clocking in at around 5'10. Her figure was lush, and the red mini-skirt showed off some dynamite legs, but what I really noticed was her hair, it was huge, totally moused out. She looked like she had wandered away from a heavy metal video

She motioned to the empty office she was standing next to; I walked inside and she followed me in closing the door and locking it behind her

She threw the files in a trash can, grabbed me by the wide white lapels of my jacket and shoved her tongue about half way down my throat. 

I was completely stunned. I'd never had this happen at 9:00 meeting at work before. Ok, this had never happened to me at work before. All right, this had never happened anywhere before. Are you happy now, ya big honesty Nazi?

My arms wrapped around Tiffany almost as if they were acting on their own, as she checked my teeth for cavities with her tongue. Tiffany broke off her kiss. "Where have you been you asshole? I've been waiting all morning to fuck you."

This seemed like an incredibly bad time to bring up my French lesson with Yvette, so I went with an excuse anyone would believe. "Stuck in Traffic?"

Tiffany's blue eyes flashed. "You big cocked asshole." She said right before she kissed me again.

I was ready for her this time and my tongue was wrapped around hers as soon as it pushed into my mouth. Tiffany began pressing forward and I took a step back. Tiffany kept pressing, and I got the hint; she wanted me to back up.

As I slowly backed across the room my hands dropped to Tiffany's ass, and judging by what I was feeling, you could have bounced a quarter of it. One of Tiffany's hands had dropped down in between us as she madly groped my rapidly rising dick.

Eventually my ass bumped up against a large desk, and we couldn't go back any further. Tiffany's hand reluctantly let go of my now rock hard dick and slid up my chest. Her other hand joined it and she got a good grip on my synthetic almost silk shirt. RIP! Tiffany yanked the shirt open, and most of the buttons fired off in random directions. Tiffany dove in and began licking and kissing my chest.

I looked down and my first thought was I could have sworn I had been wearing a t-shirt this morning. My view was blocked by Tiffany's massive red hair, but as her talented tongue worked its way down my torso I noticed that I suddenly seemed to have more chest hair.

Tiffany had now sunk to her knees and was working on getting my pants off. She undid my belt and damn near ripped two of the loops off my pants getting that cheap piece of vinyl off me. She was having more trouble with my actual pants. Those polyester disco pants were cut pretty tight to start with, and coupled with the fact I was fully erect Tiffany had to tug hard to get them down, but was rewarded by my thick prick slapping her in the face as she pulled my pants down to my ankles.

Tiffany wrapped both her hands around my bulging dick and began jacking it hard and fast.

"Oh yeah, this is what I want baby. I want your big fat cock."

I think that might have been my cue to say something, but Tiffany chose that moment to shove my prick in her mouth and all I could do was groan. She staged a full out oral assault on my cock. Taking it deeper and deeper, my cock was soon dripping in a mixture of her spit and my precum.

Her tongue wasn't anywhere near as skilled as Yvette's was, but I was really getting into her blowjob. Right up until she stopped. Tiffany stood up, pushed me out the way and threw herself over the desk, leaving her ass jutting in the air.

"Do it you bastard, do it now." She snarled.

I pulled her ridiculously short mini-skirt up another six inches exposing a truly amazing heart shaped ass. I reached up and started to pull down her frilly French cut panties.

"Just what the fuck are you doing? Jesus, just tear them off, I want that fat cock now!" She demanded.

I reached up and took a good handful of silk. I figured with the elastic waistband, I was really going to have to yank hard to get these things off. I yanked as hard as I could, and Tiffany's naughty little panties came off like they were made of paper. As a matter of fact, they came off so easily that my hand smacked me right in the head and thanks to my platform shoes and the disco pants bunched around my ankles I almost went ass over teakettle.

I ended up doing a couple of mincing little backward cha-cha steps wth my arms flailing around, but I was eventually able to regain my balance.

Tiffany looked back at me. All pouty lips and every hair on her head cemented perfectly into place. "Jesus, quit screwing around back there and fuck me you asshole."

I shuffled back up behind her and ran my hard cock along her slit, letting it bump up against her already hard clit.

"Oh, quit teasing me you fucker and just please slid it in," she moaned.

I worked the fat throbbing head of my cock into her pussy and slowly started to push in. Her hot hungry cunt slowly devoured inch after inch of me until I found myself balls deep in her sweet wet pussy. I slowly pulled my dick back out, feeling Tiffany's pussy slide over every vein on my cock, sucking against it, like her cunt was trying to keep me inside her. When just the tip of my cock was still inside her I reversed directions and pushed back inside.

"Oh God yes, fuck me," Tiffany moaned. "Faster, please fuck me faster. Jesus, why are you teasing me today?"

She didn't need to tell me twice; actually she didn't even need to tell me once. Her pussy was fully lubricated. It felt like my dick was submerged in molten honey. I picked up my pace and soon the only sounds in the room were our moans and the steady slap of my balls against her ass.

This was incredible. My eyes had rolled back into my sockets and I was getting close to coming. I heard Tiffany moan and I moaned back, getting closer.

I heard Tiffany again, only she wasn't moaning. "Dick?" I opened my eyes and looked down. Tiffany was looking back at me as her ass met every thrust of my cock. "Dick? Oh fuck yeah, stick it in me baby." She groaned.

Now I was confused, because from where I was standing that is exactly what I was doing.

"Stop teasing and fuck my ass, baby." Tiffany moaned licking her lips.

Now I got nervous, you see I had never had anal sex before. In my past relationships oral sex had always required at least an hour of intense negotiation, and I'd never had the energy left to bring up anal. All I knew is what I had read, that successful anal sex required a lot of lubrication, and some serious stretching of the target asshole before the moment of truth.

"Dick?" Tiffany was getting insistent.

"Uh is there any lube in that desk?" I asked.

"Jesus, just stick your cock in my asshole, you dumb fucker!"

And that is exactly what I did. No fingers, no tongue, and no lube. I just shoved my dick right in. According to everything I had ever read Tiffany should have been screaming bloody murder. Instead she purred like a kitten.

"Oh fuck Dick, ummm yeah, you feel huge." She began humping her ass back at me.

I may have felt huge to her, but her ass was indescribable. It was like having my cock in a soft flesh covered vise, and the heat from the core of her body caressed my bulging dick. 

I quickly matched her rhythm and soon we were fucking just as hard as when I had been in her pussy. The flesh on that spectacular ass began to ripple and to be honest, watching my over sized cock split her ass cheeks again and again was almost intoxicating. 

Tiffany was panting, whimpering and eventually screaming incoherently and my groans and moans soon matched her decibel for decibel. My hips were jackhammering against her ass, like I was trying to drive her body through the desk. I felt my last shreds of self-control slip.

"Oh Christ, I'm going to cum." I said through clenched teeth.

Now I would have thought that Tiffany was pinned to that desk like she had been super-glued there, but when I announced this news, she somehow rolled out from under my dick, and slid down between me and the desk.

""Oh yeah baby," she panted as she grabbed my cock and began jacking it and rubbing it against the side of her face. "Give it to me baby, cum all over my face.

I roared like a caveman as that first rope of cum shot out of my dick, deflecting off her hair and going god knows where. She kept fisting my cock as she moved it right front of her. The next rope splattered her nose. As I kept coming she kept moving my cock, until her face was covered in thick puddles of cum.

Finally I slumped back against the desk. Tiffany smiled up at me as she gently sucked the tip of my dick, trying to coax out any cum that might not have made it out of my desk.

I caught my breath, and became painfully aware of the fact that Tiffany and I had just loudly screwed our brains out at work. I had no idea who we worked for, but that had to against the rules everywhere, right?

"Uh, you don't think anyone heard us, do you?" I asked, desperately hoping that Tiffany would lie to me.

Tiffany looked up at me, a thin strand of cum still hanging from the tip of her nose, and giggled. "What if they did? You're Dick Cuntington, heir to the Cuntington fortune."

I was just about to tell her my name was Rick when the last name she had called me managed to sink into my endorphin loaded brain. Cuntington? Where had I heard that name before? I suddenly remembered the DVD box I had been looking at the night before and felt sick to my stomach.

"Oh shit," I muttered. "I'm a character in a porn movie!" 



Pornoville Ch. 03



(This is the third chapter in the ongoing story of Rick Martin, a workaholic, just out of a failed relationship who wakes up one morning to find he's a character in a 1980's porn movie. You can check out the first two chapters if you are a fan of blowjobs from slutty French maids, or enjoy reading about hot women in the workplace getting reamed over the boss's desk, but from a strictly intellectual standpoint you shouldn't need to read either chapter to follow the action. Remember, this is porn, not rocket science.)

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Tiffany wiped the remains of my cum off of her face, smoothed her miniskirt back into place, and left me slumped against the desk. Just before she slipped through the door, she turned back at me, her eyes sparkling mischievously and blew me a kiss. It wasn't until she closed the door that I really got a chance to try to make sense of my current situation.

I couldn't be a character in an old porn movie. That theory flew in the face of common sense, not to mention the very physical laws of the universe. Movies weren't a place you could go to. They were images captured on film, and in this case transferred to a DVD. There was no possible way for me to be in a movie.

That is what common sense told me. On the other hand, in the past two hours I had received an amazing blow job from a French maid in a suburban track house, and just had anal sex for the first time with I women I had never met before on the very desk I was now leaning against. If that wasn't proof something was up, then the still impressive but flaccid cock draped across my leg could also make a strong argument for me not being in Kansas anymore.

I could have chalked everything up as dream, but that would ignore the fact that my dick was sticky. Dreams are a lot of things, but the one thing they are not, is sticky.

Well, I still had no clue as to what was happening but I decided I had to do one thing regardless of my situation; I needed to pull my pants up. 

I reached over and pulled up my tight polyester pants, stuffing my trouser snake down the left leg. I looked down at my shirt, and was shocked to find all the buttons were right where they were supposed to be. What the Hell? I had just watched those buttons go flying when Tiffany had ripped my shirt open, and now they were all back in a neat row. Well almost all of them. The top three buttons were missing, which resulted in me flashing a healthy glimpse of my newly thickened chest hair.

I decided maybe this office would hold some clues as to just where I was. The top of the cheap desk I was leaning against was basically empty except for a blotter and a framed picture that Tiffany must have knocked over during our 9:00 meeting. I lifted the picture up and found myself looking at the auburn haired woman who had made me get dressed and come to work this morning. The woman who had called me "son"; In the picture she was showing off a man sized helping of her amazing cleavage, and smoldering bedroom eyes. I put the picture face down on the desk. For some reason I didn't want to feel this woman's eyes on me, even when those eyes were starring out of a cheap photo.

There were four drawers on the desk and I examined each one. Their contents were as follows: empty, empty, empty, and empty.

I remembered that report Tiffany had used to get me into the office, and walked over to the wastepaper basket. All I found was a manila file folder and maybe 20 blank sheets of typing paper. 

I walked over to a shelf lined with books. The titles on the spines looked exactly like what you would expect to see in an executive's office, "titles like Maximizing Supply Management Operations", "Project Management Theory", and "Leadership, Getting the Most out of Your Employees". For some reason I felt a sense of relief just seeing the titles of these books. They were the first things I had seen all day that made any sense, and the first things I had seen that you wouldn't find in a cheap 80's porno movie.

I pulled the project management book off the shelf and opened it up. The printing on the table of contents was a little blurry, but it looked exactly like what you would expect to find to find in a business manual. On the page next to it was an extensive listing of all the tables and graphs in the book. I flipped to a random page in the middle of the book and my eyes almost popped out of head.

I found myself looking at a full page glossy shot of a young brunette, with short curly hair and firm round tits, laying nude on a chaise lounge with a huge dildo buried to the hilt in her slick pussy. There was another picture on the next page; the brunette was still fucking herself with dildo, her head was thrown back, eyes closed and her mouth was a round O of pure lust, but a tall blonde woman was standing over the brunette wearing nothing but a pair of bright scarlet red high heels.

I turned the page, and found myself looking at another glossy picture. The blonde was sucking the brunette's juices off of the dildo, taking it deep down her throat like she was sucking a fat cock. In the next picture the blonde had descended to the chaise lounge and had her tongue buried in the brunette's juicy cunt. The brunette had drawn her legs back and you could see she was curling her toes. I could feel my dick start to crawl down my pants leg. 

Without thinking, I turned the page. The blonde was now fucking the brunette with the dildo, as she sucked on the girl's clit. Also, there was now a well muscled stud standing over the blonde. He had a long hard cock, almost as big as the one in my pants. I looked at the next picture. The stud was kneeling behind the blonde and had that hard prick pressed up against the tip of the blonde's rosebud, poised to split those sweet ass cheeks. Just then I heard a knock at the door. 

My head jerked up from the book with what I am sure was a look of abject terror, feeling like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. I watched the handle begin to turn. I slammed the book closed and scrambled to jam it back into the bookshelf. I whipped back around just as my visitors came through the door, a man and a woman. 

I think the man was supposed to look like a business executive, you know, gray streaked temples, black pinstripe three piece suit. Unfortunately, the suit looked like a Monkey Wards creation by way of your local thrift store, and while he did have gray hairs at his temples, I couldn't help noticing his hair style was your basic mullet that had been slicked back with a ton of mouse, so what he really looked like was an aging porn actor.

The woman standing next to him was a piece of work. She had to be in her 40's at least. Jet black hair the same shade as Ronald Reagan's, and she was wearing a ton of makeup. I'm not saying that she didn't look good. She had high sculpted cheekbones, full scarlet lips, and thick full eyelashes framing a pair of predatory cobalt blue eyes. She was wearing the standard issue high heels I had seen on every woman since I had woken up this morning, with sheer black stocking that made me want to run my tongue up every inch of her incredibly long legs. She was wearing what was supposed to be a demur dark skirt, and it might have been demure if hadn't been a pencil skirt, slit up the front to about an inch below the belt she had cinched around her waist. As a result this supposedly demure skirt showed off her stocking tops and offered a glimpse of her creamy thighs in the front, while molding to every curve of what was one of the most delectable mature asses I had every seen in my life in the back. 

Her top matched her skirt, and the two buttons she had undone offered only a peek of what looked to be world class cleavage. The one thing I couldn't but notice about the woman's top was that it was incredibly sheer. So sheer I could tell the woman wasn't wearing a bra, and judging by her nipples she probably thought we had the air conditioner in the office turned up way too high.

The man smiled at me. "Ah, there he is. Catching up on your reading Dick?" He asked with an innocent smile, but I could feel the blood shoot up my face as I blushed scarlet.

He turned to the woman. "This is Dick Cuntington, Anastasia's son the young Turk of Cuntington Industries."

They walked over to me. The woman was openly ogling my package. "It's always so nice to me an up and comer. "

The man introduced us. "Dick Cuntington? May I present Domino Titswallow, the owner of Titswallow Manufacturing? Domino, this Dick Cuntington, our senior vice-president of operations."

I looked up from her nipples into a pair of hungry blue eyes. "Dick is it?" She asked in a low smoky voice. "Well I'm always happy when I find another Dick." She said, holding out her hand.

I said the first thing that popped into my head. "My name is Rick." Don't ask me why I said that, because the only reason I can come up with is that is my actual name.

Domino Titswallow turned and gave the older man a "you've got to be shitting me look." The older man gulped, and then began laughing. "Oh, that our Dick, always the kidder to keep up morale in the office." His cheesy laughter stopped as quickly as it started, "but I can assure you, Dick is all business.

Ms. Titswallow glanced down at my crotch again. "Mmm, yes I can see that." She turned to the older man. "Mr. Hardcock, would you be a dear and allow me to talk with Dick privately? To go over the nuts and bolts of our deal?"

Hancock began bobbing his head like it was Halloween and he was standing over a bucket of apples. "Of course, Ms Titswallow, of course, Dick will handle all your needs."

Hardcock whispered in my ear. "Quit screwing around Dick, we need this deal. Do whatever she wants!"

Hardcock turned towards Ms. Titswallow, "Well I'll leave you in Dick's capable hands," he said bobbing his head one more time before he let himself out.

Domino Titswallow took another long look at my dick, still straining in my pants, and then looked up at me and deliberately licked her lips. She just smiled and raised an eyebrow, silently as if to say, "well?"

Eventually my brain managed to find first gear and I offered her a seat. She slid into the seat in front of my desk, and I racked my brain to avoid looking like a jackass. "Well Ms Titswallow," I started.

"Domino" she said smoothly interrupting me. "Please Dick, call me Domino."

I paused. "Ok Domino," I said starting my pitch again. "Why don't you tell me how you envision our two companies working together?" I asked, feeling pretty clever by getting her to tell me just what the hell was going on.

"Oh Dick, all manufacturing boils down to is getting the right part into the slot, and you look like the kind of man who knows his way around a slot.." She purred crossing her legs.

I glanced down to Domino's legs, because that was about the third time she had crossed them since she had sat down. Her skirt had ridden up, waay up. The tops of her stockings were completely exposed and as I looked down she began to slowly spread her legs. I was going to stop starring, honest, but right when I was about to look Domino in the eye again something happened. It suddenly became official that Domino Titswallow wasn't wearing panties, and I found myself looking at one of the plumpest juiciest looking pussies I had ever seen in my entire life. I noticed she shaved around the lips, but when I looked a little higher, I was completely stunned. Domino's pubic hair had been carefully trimmed and sculpted into a perfect little Valentine's Day heart. I'd never seen anything like that in person before in my life and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Dick? Dick? DICK?" Domino said, finally getting my attention. I dragged my eyes away from her decorative crotch cozy and made eye contact again. "Are you hungry Dick?" She asked.

I think I said something smooth, like "huh?"

"Why don't we talk about business over dinner?" She suggested.

Dinner? I had just gotten to work maybe an hour ago. I glanced down at my watch which I noticed was no longer the tasteful Christmas present Karen had bought me last Christmas before our relationship had gone into the crapper, but a gi-normous digital monstrosity with a full function calculator mounted on the watch face.

"I think it's a little early for Dinner Domino," I said glancing at the time. "After all, it's only 6:45 PM." I looked at my watch again. 6:45? Great, somehow I had managed to misplace almost nine hours in my day. I recovered quickly. "I mean dinner sounds great Domino."

She smiled brightly. We both stood up and I found my self walking arm in arm out of the office with Ms. Domino Titswallow.

We settled into my muscle car and I asked Domino where she felt like eating. "Oh I've heard lovely things about Desire." She said with that little Cheshire cat grin of hers playing at her lips.

"Desire it is," I said brightly as I scanned the horizon hoping against hope I would see this place. No such luck, but I did notice we were in a business park about two blocks from what looked to be a main city street. I decided to get on that street and stop at a gas station for directions. Then once I figured out where we were going I could, I could start figuring out how I was going to pay for dinner, because my damn disco pants were too tight for me to carry a wallet.

The car started with a throaty rumble. "Oh," Domino cooed, sliding over in her seat and placing her small delicate hand directly on my semi-hard prick. "I love a powerful machine." She began to slowly rub up and down the length of my polyester covered cock. 

Now I'll be the first to admit, that my level of concentration while driving isn't as sharp , when a woman is massaging my cock as it normally is, but what happened on the ride to the resturant was a puzzler. We pulled out of the parking lot and drove up the street to a stop sign, where I made a left. We drove up that street until me came to an intersection for the main city street where I made a right. I started looking for a gas station, and the next thing I knew we were pulling into the restaurant parking lot. That's right; I had the same sort of blackout I had when driving to work that morning. I would have loved to have tried to figure this mystery out, but as soon as we came to a stop, Domino popped out of the car and started walking into the restaurant, and so I got out of the car too.

The Maitre de greeted us and walked us straight to a table. After a couple of minutes they brought us our dinners which I thought was odd because we hadn't ordered yet. My dinner was brown white and green. I had something brown that I'm guessing was meat, something white that was probably mashed potatoes and some green things which were definitely vegetables, I just didn't know what kind. Look, I'm sorry for the crappy restaurant review, but you have to understand, within 30 seconds of sitting down, I felt Domino press her stocking clad foot against my dick, and she spent the rest of our dinner massaging my rock hard cock with her silk covered foot.

After about 20 minutes she suggested we head back to her hotel suite and I agreed, because at that point in the night if she had suggested I do a self-inflicted lobotomy at the dinner table, I would have started looking for a melon baller. The woman had toes like a monkey.

We got back in my car, and I tried out a theory I had come up with during dinner. We pulled out of the parking lot and when we got to the first stop sign, I made a left. Then at the next stop light, I made a right, and the next thing I knew we were pulling into the parking lot of Domino's hotel. I felt pretty pleased with myself, because I'd just figured out how to navigate in wherever I was.

We headed up to Domino's hotel suite, and all I'm going to say about it is that it was probably the only hotel suite in the world with a Magic Fingers queen sized bed. Domino told me she had to use the little girl's room and suggested I get more comfortable.

You know what is the most underrated thing about a polyester disco suit? How great it feels when you get out of it. My jacket and shirt went flying into a corner. I had to sit down on the bed to take off my shoes, and had just undone my belt when Domino opened the door to the bathroom.

All she was wearing was her garter belt, stockings and high heels. She looked at me and smiled. "I brought a toy for tonight." 

She stepped aside, and Tiffany was standing behind her. All Tiffany was wearing were high heels and a smile. I watched flummoxed as the two women walked out of the bathroom arm in arm.

"Oh didn't you know?" Domino asked mischievously. "Tiffany was an intern at Titswallow Manufacturing her junior year in collage," she said sliding a hand down to Tiffany's heart shaped ass, "And Tiffany and I became very well acquainted, didn't we Tiffany?" 

Tiffany just giggled and leaned into Domino. Soon the two women were engaged in a salacious French kiss. Tiffany reached up and cupped one of Domino's heavy full breasts, and I got my first good look at Domino's nipples. They were incredible, as big as saucers and both as hard as diamonds. All I wanted at that moment was to wrap my mouth around one and suckle for days. My hand slid to my crotch and I began rubbing my hard on through my pants.

Domino looked over at me. "Oh Tiffany, where are our manners? Mmmm, let's help Dick get more comfortable."

The two women walked towards me, their hips swaying to some throbbing music only they could hear. When they reached me, they pulled me to my feet, then Tiffany sank to her knees and for the second time that day she was pulling my aching rod out of my pants. Domino stood in front of me, I reached out and encircled her waist with my arm and drew her to me. The high heels she was wearing had her almost at eye level; our lips met in a slow savage kiss, as my hand slid up and began massaging her breast in a slow circular motion.

I felt Tiffany pull my pants down, and I stepped out of them. I was now totally nude. Well except for my white gym socks, and my gi-normous digital watch, but aside for those two things I was completely naked.

Tiffany was languidly pumping my cock. I could feel her slim fingers sliding slowly up and down my massive hard-on. 

"Domino," Tiffany whispered. Ms. Titswallow looked down. Tiffany nodded towards the bed behind us.

Domino smiled down at the girl. "An excellent idea, Tiffany," she said with a grin, and pushed me back on to the bed. 

I fell back on to the scratchy floral pattern bed spread. The two women crawled on to the bed with me. Tiffany slithered between my legs until she once again had my cock firmly in hand. Domino moved up until she was looking down at me. 

"This is much better Mr. Cuntington. Why I've been waiting all day to get you in bed."

She leaned down, and as her tongue entered my mouth, I felt Tiffany take the head of cock into hers. 

This went on for about five minutes. The room was filled with the only the sounds of our gentle moans, and the wet sounds of Tiffany sucking my throbbing prick. Domino had those amazing tits of hers crushed into my chest, and as we kissed both my hands took the opportunity to explore every inch of Domino's delectable full ass.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was giving me a blowjob that was as different as the one she gave me that morning as night is to day. In the morning she had been all frantic gobbling, but tonight she was slow and deliberate. Constantly sucking and licking the head of my cock, teasing the opening with her tongue, as her hands rhythmically worked the part of my shaft she couldn't get past those full ruby red lips.

Domino broke off her kiss and both us watched the younger girl's head rise and fall on my cock. Domino gave me a fleeting peck on my lips, and then trailed her tongue down my body until she had slid down next to Tiffany.




Pornoville Ch. 03



Domino gently eased my now glistening cock from Tiffany's possession. She rubbed my dick around her lips, leaving a bright shiny trail of pre-cum.

"Ohhh Dick," she growled in a low throaty whisper, "would you like to see the one of the benefits of an education in a Swiss boarding school?"

Before I could answer, she opened wide and devoured my dick, taking it deeper and deeper. About halfway down the shaft she paused for a moment and took a deep breath, then in one fluid action she drew me past her soft pallet and I found the head of cock lodged deep in her throat. I thought the warm wet muscles of her throat against my cock felt like heaven, but when she began to suck I found out what heaven really felt like.

A low gutteral moan escaped my lips "Oh fuck yes!" I moaned, as my eyes rolled back in my head.

Domino kept this up for what might have been seconds, or hours, I don't know because I was completely lost in the sensation. Eventually she slowly drew her mouth back up my dick and came up for air.

She offered the cock to Tiffany, who sucked and licked on the head like it was a fat lollipop. She looked up at me and giggled. "Did you like that?"

I could only moan and nod my head. Domino winked, eased my cock from Tiffany's mouth and returned it to her own. Noisily sucking and licking on the head, as Tiffany took each of my oversized balls in her mouth, coating them with her saliva. After a few minutes Domino let Tiffany suck on the head of my cock and took her turn nursing on my nut sack.

This went on for some time as each woman took several turns sucking my cock. Domino was constantly moaning and whimpering around my cock, and eventually I saw why. I could see Tiffany's arm slowly pumping back and forth as she finger fucked the older woman's steaming snatch.

Finally Domino released my cock from her heavenly lips and moved up to mount me. She moved up into a reverse-cowgirl position that I had only ever seen in movies before. I felt Tiffany position my bulging rod at the mouth of Domino's dripping pussy. Slowly Tiffany fed my cock into the hungry orifice, and I felt Domino's hungry cunt muscles literally try to suck my cock deeper and deeper into her needy box. Domino leaned way back, making it easy for me to reach up and cup her full tits from behind, and began to slowly rise and fall on my rigid dick. As Domino fucked my oversized cock, I could feel Tiffany running her tongue along my exposed shaft, and judging by her moans over Domino's erect clit as well.

We stayed like this for awhile, the only sounds in the room being our lusty moans, whimpers, and the gentle rocking of the mattress springs. Eventually Domino drew her legs up, and gracefully spun around like some erotic ballet dancer until she was facing me. She looked down at me and smiled an evil smile.

"So Dick, are you ready to get fucked?"

Before I could answer she rammed her pussy down on to my cock as hard as she could and began to fuck me like a woman possessed. As she greedily impaled herself on my throbbing dick, she leaned forward and offered me those delicious tits. I stretched my mouth around her oversized areola licking, sucking and nibbling for all I was worth as my hips began rising up to meet each of her thrusts.

In no time the head of my cock was pushing against the head of her spongy cervix on every thrust, and then I felt it. Through the thin membrane, I could feel as Tiffany worked one of her slender fingers into the older woman's asshole. Soon one finger was followed by two, and then more as the young girl plundered Domino's gapping ass. 

Finally Domino gave it to the pleasure, and I felt her cum spray my cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Tiffany eased her fingers from the older woman's ass and I took advantage of the opening. I rolled Domino over until she was on her back and I was on top.

"Are you going to fuck my pussy, Dick?" She asked, sexily biting her lip.

"Close," I said with a grin sliding my cock out of that magnificent cunt.

Domino's eyes bulged as I pressed the purple head of my massive fuck stick against her tight little star, and then slowly fed my cock into her needy little butt.

"Oh Dick...Bloody fucking hell...It's so huge...More, more...Fuck my ass Dick, oh fuck it hard!"

I pulled my cock back slowly, letting every steamy inch of that tight cavern drag over every ridge and vein of my pulsating dick. Then with just the head lodged in her asshole, I slammed my cock in as hard as I could.

"Oh God, fucking yes!" Domino screamed, as I pulled back and stated plowing her ass in earnest.

I spread Domino's silk clad thighs wide so I could ram prick even deeper into hungry ass. With every thrust of my cock, the room was filled with the sounds of Domino's incoherent moans and whimpering, and over that the loud steady beat of the bed's headboard being driven against the wall.

Tiffany slid behind me and I soon felt her tongue on my pistoning scrotum. It was too much pleasure for me to ignore and I felt my balls tighten.

"He's going to cum," Tiffany warned.

Domino suddenly looked up at me. "Cum on us baby," she urged me, "blow that big sticky load all over our faces 

I pulled my cock out of Domino's ass, as Tiffany scrambled around me getting her head in close to Domino's. I leaned up and didn't even have time to jerk my cock, it just exploded. I roared as the first sticky rope shot of my seed shot out splattered Domino from her jaw line, to her nose, and ending up in her hair. Another two ropes almost immediately followed the first, making huge puddles on her cheeks. I turned and fired a bolt of thick white cum into Tiffany's waiting mouth then sprayed her neck and tits with the rest of my cum. 

I collapsed to the bed with a satisfied moan, feeling totally spent. I just lay there watching those two cum drenched vixens lick my cum from each other's faces and then pass my sticky load back and forth to each other with their tongues.

Finally, Domino came over and spooned up against me. "Did you have a good time Dick?" She purred.

I was so drained I could only sleepily nod my head.

"Mmmm, well it could be like this all the time," Domino whispered as Tiffany started cleaning my cock with her tongue. 

My face must have shown my confusion because Domino elaborated on what she had just said. "If Cuntington Industries was a part of Titswallow Manufacturing we would be spending a great deal of time together." She said pausing to nuzzle my neck.

"Cuntington Industries would be a part of your corporation?" I asked.

Domino nodded. I think with yours and Hardcock's support, the board would accept my takeover bid in a heartbeat, don't you?"

"Hardcock?" I asked, picturing the old guy with the slicked back mullet.

"Yes, Hardcock, I can't make a successful takeover bid without having the president and the senior vice president of operations in my corner, now can I?"

"President?" I asked. Look, normally I'm not this dumb, but normally people don't pitch me an elaborate business deal within a minute of me orgasming after my first three-way.

"Oh Dick, don't worry about Hardcock. After the merger I'll kick him up to the board, and the randy old goat can fuck off to Monte Carlo and chase after teenaged fluff. That will leave the door open for you to be president, and for Tiffany to take over your old job."

Tiffany winked at me around a mouthful of my cock.

"Naturally, you'll have a free hand in running the company, but I do see us having a great many 'executive retreats', if you catch my meaning," Domino said with a raised eyebrow.

I used my favorite phrase at the time, "Uh?"

"Oh, yes, your mother," Domino said with a sigh. "Well obviously after the merger she won't be able to be CEO anymore, but she will be more then adequately compensated, and besides I think Cuntington Industries is ready from some new blood, don't you?"

My first thought was, does she really think I'll sell out my own mother? This was promptly followed by me remembering that my mother is a very nice lady who lives in Sacramento, and who loves Sudoku and nagging me for grandchildren.

It was then it became official, I had to be in a porn movie. I didn't know how I got in one, but here I was, and that made my decision about Domino's offer incredibly easy. Essentially I could do whatever I wanted to, because when was the last time the plot mattered in a porno movie?

"I don't know," I said doubtfully. Domino's face immediately became a mask of confusion. "I think I'll need another round of negotiations to make a decision." I said with a grin glancing down at my still hard cock.

A slow lecherous smile spread across Domino's face, and she moved back down to my dick. Soon she was deep throating me again, as I lay on the bed with a big shit eating grin.

I'm a character in a porno movie, I thought. This is the best day of my life.

(To be continued...)



Pornoville Ch. 04



(This is the fourth part of a story about Rich Martin, a workaholic with relationship issues who wakes up one day to find himself in a porn movie. I really think the reader's best chance to follow what is happening in this chapter is to check out the previous three chapters. Oh and special thanks to my best buddy Dimps for her keen editorial eye.)



"Oui, oui, OUI!" Yvette yodeled as I repeatedly rammed my big throbbing cock into her tight little imitation French pussy. My hips flexed and pumped turning my king sized waterbed into a churning sea, as Yvette dug her dime store press-on nails into my toned ass, as much to keep me from falling off her as to try to get my dick even deeper into her steamy little love box. I could feel the familiar tingle of my scrotum tightening, and shifted into overdrive.

"Oh...oui...fuck...are you...mmm fuck... going to cum?" Yvette asked, sensing my rapidly approaching orgasm. "Give it to me. Give me zee beeg sticky pearl necklace!" She begged.

I pulled my dick out of her pussy and started cumming almost immediately. I meant to cum on her tits and groaned as that first rope came flying up my cock. Unfortunately due to the rip tide on my waterbed, that first rope went shooting over her head and splattered across my headboard. The next rope ended up in her belly button. I slithered up her body and slid my prick up between her two silicone implants as the third rope lubricated her cleavage. The head of my fuck stick peeked out from between boobs and shot another white gooey rope into her neck and chin. Yvette mashed her tits against my prick and milked out the rest of my orgasm as my eyes rolled back into my head.

Eventually the waves of the waterbed subsided and I was able to collapse on to the bed next to Yvette. I looked over, just as she pulled a long strand of my cum from her tits to that amazingly talented pink tongue of hers, and I felt what little blood that had left my dick make an immediate U-turn. Yvette glanced down and smiled as her tiny hand tried unsuccessfully to wrap around my pole.

"Oh monsieur Dick," she cooed. "Your baguette, he ez still hard. Are you ready for more of zee special French cleaning?"

It was almost physically painful to listen to her talk. She sounded like Inspector Clouseau's long lost love child. Still, she fucked like a mink, which mattered a lot more to me in situations like these.

It was a tempting suggestion, but I needed to shave my mustache off. "Yvette, while that sounds like a marvelous idea, I've got to get ready to go to work."

I leaned over and gave her a peck on her cheek, "and my name is Rick."

"Oh monsieur Dick, you are sew funny." She giggled. She then rocked back and forth a couple of times to build up momentum, and made two complete revolutions as she rolled to the edge of the waterbed, where she was able to get up. Yvette struggled back into her made-in-Taiwan French maid costume, retrieved her feather duster from under my dresser and left the room humming a chorus of The Marseilles.

"Oh just like that, you dirty motherfucker!" Tiffany screamed as she bounced up and down on my prick. She had me straddled as I sat back in my naughahyde covered executive chair, and the steady slap, slap, slap sound of our two bodies crashing into each other filled the room.  My arms were tightly wrapped around her slim waist, as I licked the trickling sweat from between her manmade breasts. I could feel my balls tighten as the results of our morning playtime headed towards its conclusion.

Tiffany and I had started fucking three hours ago. Against my desk, then on my desk, then up against the wall, stopping only because a shelf on the bookcase had collapsed. Finally, we had ended up in the chair.

Tiffany screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body, and her cunt muscles contracted around my throbbing pole. I was thrusting up to meet her hard and fast now, bellowing like a caveman. 

Suddenly, Tiffany slithered out of my grasp and slid between my legs. "Feed me that hot cum baby," she moaned as she engulfed my cock with her plump red lips.

Her cheeks bulged as the first rope of my cum sprayed the roof of her mouth. Tiffany sucked greedily at the head of my exploding cock as she pumped my shaft with one hand and milked my heavy balls with the other.

Eventually, after what felt like a ten minute orgasm I slumped back in my chair, totally spent. Tiffany looked up at me, winked and then dribbled a mouthful of cum along the length of my cock which she then proceeded to nosily suck and lick back up.

After she was done, she rubbed the head of my still sticky rod against her lips. "So Dick, have you decided what you are going to do about Domino's offer?" she asked. 

Oh god, I thought. Is it Wednesday again already? I made what I hoped was a non-comitial yet positive sounding grunt.

"It's time for you to run Cuntington Industries Dick," Tiffany said in a kind of sing song voice like a really bad actress would use to recite dialog.

"It's Rick," I said interrupting her. "My name is Rick."

Tiffany looked at me blankly for a moment. "God Dick, you're always joking." She said with a canned chuckle. "We're going to have all sorts of fun when we are running the company."

I smiled and nodded but didn't say anything.

"I know this is hard for you because of your mother," Tiffany said starting in with her singsong dialog again.

It almost physically hurt to listen to Tiffany when we weren't having sex. I swear to god, she is the only person I've ever known, who I got along with best while they referred to me as "motherfucker."

I ran my hand over my face, and noticed my mustache had grown back again. "Uh Tiffany," I said as I pulled the razor and shaving cream out of my desk. "I hate to be rude, but I need a personal hygiene break."

I put an X in the center box. The first O went in the lower left hand corner, which was quickly followed by another X in the upper left hand corner. Luckily, I made the key defensive move, and the next O went in the lower right hand corner. A lesser man would have missed the threat this move placed on the board, but I was no novice, and placed a X in the center lower square, which in turn lead to the automatic response of O to the upper center square, and that was quickly followed by two more moves, and I found myself looking at my 9,783rd consecutive cat's game.

I put my pen down. God, Tic-tac-toe sucks when you play by yourself. However, just then I remembered those painfully awkward three hours I had spent trying to teach Tiffany how to play that one time, and suddenly it didn't seem so bad.

Regardless, I'd filled up the last blank space of paper. I glanced at my ginormous digital watch it was only 2:30. I had to figure out what to do with the rest of the afternoon, but what to do? The lesbian lunch orgy was probably in full swing in the break room, but it would have been my third lesbian orgy for the week, and to be honest I was a little lesbianed out. I could go home. There was that girl, whatshername? She always seemed to be hanging around the pool, and she was double jointed which was kind of cool, but I was really in the mood for something different.

Mr. Hardcock's secretary, Juana Bendmiova, was getting royally fucked by Lance Hardwood when I walked into Hardcock's office. She lay splayed across the top of Hardcock's imitation mahogany desk, her long tan legs spread wide as Lance's thick curved cock pistoned in and out of her. Her white knuckle grip on the sides of the desk was the only thing keeping her from shooting across the room.

Mr. Hardcock was sitting in his chair on the other side of the room, with his cheap slacks around his ankles watching the show as he languidly pumped his fairly impressive fuck rod.

"Yes Dick?" He asked not looking away from the dirty rut taking place on his desk blotter.

"Don't get up, please." I said quickly as I walked across the room. "I just want to take a look at the Titswallow proposal."

I'd seen Hardcock a few times with the proposal. It was an almost 5 inch thick stack of papers, and while I didn't know what was on the papers, I did know reading even complete legal gobblygook would keep me busy for hours.

I pulled the stack of papers out of the top drawer of a cheap metal filing cabinet. It looked promising; as far as I could tell none of the pages were blank. The first page started with pure legal boiler plate, part of the first part, whereas, therefore, and so on and so forth. However within about five lines the words became a series of blurry jumbles that by the middle of the page had morphed into tiny pictures of attractive people fucking like weasels. I glanced down at the bottom of the page and saw the pictures were now completely animated. Well it had been a good idea on paper. I dropped the pages back into the file cabinet.

"Is everything ok, Dick?" Mr. Hardcock asked looking away from his bank of TV monitors. Apparently, in the movie Hardcock was supposed to be this insatiable voyeur, which would explain why he had Lance in his office fucking his secretary as he also watched the lesbian lunchroom orgy on a closed circuit TV.

"Yeah," I sighed, "everything is just fine."

I glanced over at the TV screen, pausing to notice the bright green cables running behind it to what had to be some sort of gigantic prehistoric VCR that was the size of a small Japanese car. The lesbian lunchroom orgy was moving towards its inevitable conclusion. Tiffany and three of the secretaries were on a table, twisted into a sweaty naked human Möbius strip. The floor was littered with other secretaries who had each paired off to taste the joys of hot sticky Sapphic love. There were even a couple girls who hadn't joined in the sex on the floor, but still sat near the wall, rubbing their ripe bodies as they watched the action in front of them. I felt my cock begin to twitch as I watched the grainy images on the screen.

"Well Dick, seeing as you're here, why don't you join Miss Bendmiova and young Hardwood?" Mr. Hardcock asked. "We'd love to get your input."

I looked over at the desk. Juana was sprawled over the top like a living fuck doll. She looked over at me and licked her lips with her long slutty tongue. My cock was no longer twitching; it was surging down the leg of my tight polyester pants almost halfway to my knee.

I didn't say a word; I just walked over as I unbuttoned my pants.

Juana smiled. "I'm ready for your dictation, Dick," she panted.

"My name is Rick." I said pulling my bulging prick out of my pants.

"I don't care who you are," Juana gasped, "just fuck my mouth."

I fed my dripping rod into Juana's waiting mouth, watching as her cheeks bulged around the head of cock. The motion of the expert fucking Lance was giving her pulled her mouth up and down the shaft of my cock. I took off my jacket and shirt as I looked down watching her fake boobs jiggle as Lance rammed her over and over again, took in the taunt muscles of her stomach, and noticed that her panties were still dangling off one ankle.

Juana could only take about six inches of my cock, but the way her tongue wrapped around it I really didn't care. She finally came up for air, but really only to lash my heavy oversized balls with that amazing tongue. She licked sucked and nibbled until my entire crotch was covered in a mix of spit and precum.

I was ready for something more. I raised an eyebrow at Lance. He smiled and pulled out of Miss Bendmiova. We did a little reshuffling around the desk. Lance laid down on it and was quickly mounted by Juana. Her hot wet slit engulfed his cock as she began to slowly work that big dick all the way back into her pussy. I moved behind Juana, and she spread her butt cheeks for me, knowing what was coming.

The head of my cock pressed against the ridiculously small opening that was her asshole. There was that brief moment where it felt like there was no way that hole would ever be able to take me in, but it was quickly followed by her muscles relaxing and slowly opening for my cock. Her asshole spread further and further open for the head of my cock and then as my throbbing cock slowly penetrated her, the muscles slid back, seeming as if to pull the shaft in behind it, and soon I was balls deep in that tight little ass.

"Fuck me," she gasped, already beginning to work her body up and down mine and Lance's cocks. "Both of you fuck me now, please."

Lance and I proceeded to start fucking Juana silly. The only problem on our end was due to the height of the desk we weren't at the best angle for the job and had to settle for short, sharp strokes. It didn't matter, Juana gave us the fucking of a lifetime, working her body up and down our shafts, rolling her hips and using muscle control that was almost inhuman.

Juana wasn't much for dirty talk. Actually, she never said any actual words, but she gasped and mewled almost non-stop and it was the perfect counter point to Lance's and mine sharp grunts and occasionally groaned obscenities. All the while in the background we could hear the dull slapping of Hadcock's fist on his rock hard prick as he watched the action on his desk.

We fucked on that desk for what seemed like forever, until our bodies were all covered in a thin film of well earned sweat. Juana was just coming down off her latest orgasm when Lance moaned, "I'm going to fucking blow."

I slid off of Juana and she dropped to her knees on the floor as Hardcock got out of his chair and walked over. The three of us men formed a semi-circle around Juana jerking our throbbing cocks. Juana trailed her fake fingernails up our thighs and licked her pouty lips.

"Please," she moaned "give it to me, please."

Lance was the first to give her what she was begging for. A big rope of thick, hot, white cum arched from his dick and splattered across her cheek. Hardcock's orgasm started right behind Lance's and his cum streaked over her left eye and into her hair

"Oh fuck me," I grunted as I shot a huge slimy rope right into her mouth. I closed my eyes as I felt rope after rope travel the length of my hard shaft.

Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes my orgasm subsided and I opened my eyes to see Juana kneeling at our feet. Her breasts, neck, face, hell even her hair had been doused in big puddles of cum which she contentedly rubbed into her skin except to occasionally pull a long strand of it and feed it into her mouth.

Later as I finished dressing Mr. Hardcock suddenly out of the blue said, "well that was a very productive meeting Dick. We'll have to do this more often."

I didn't point out the fact we had done the exact same thing in this very office just three days before. I glanced down at my gi-normous digital watch. It was 4:15. I could call it a day.

"Right again boss," I said cheerily. 

I pulled my jack-o'-lantern colored muscle car into the driveway. The street in front of our split level tract house was packed with vehicles. There was an express delivery truck, a van with the logo "Ramrod Plumbing" on the side, two pickup trucks that probably belonged to building contractors, and a car with the delivery sign for "Bah Fongool Pizza". In short it was an average Wednesday night at the Cuntington house.

I was greeted with low orgasmic moans and grunts as I came through the front door. As I walked down the hallway I glanced into the dining room. It looked like a naked rugby scrum. At least eight nude men were either on the long table that ran the length of the room, or standing around it all thrusting, rubbing and or grabbing towards something in the center of the table. Although I couldn't see her, I knew that something was Anastasia Cuntington, my erstwhile mother, and a woman who I remember being described on the DVD box as having "a zest for life."

"Hey Stacy, I'm home." I called out as I took off my coat and walked towards the kitchen.

I got to the kitchen and started my least favorite chore of the day, figuring out what I was going to eat for dinner. I opened the refrigerator and took in the usual slim pickings.

There were several baskets of strawberries and plenty of whipped cream. There were also maybe a couple of dozen fresh oysters, a six pack of beer was tucked into the back corner of the frige and there had to be at least a half dozen bottles of what I liked to think of as the finest sparkling wine from Arkansas you could get for a dollar ninety-nine.

Needless to say, none of this stuff had my mouth watering. I was almost tempted just to skip dinner, but I hadn't eaten all day and I needed something in my stomach. I just wished there was something even half way filling available. Just then I heard another loud moan from the dinning room, and suddenly I remembered a particular car I had seen parked out front.

The gang bang was running hot and heavy in the dinning room so nobody paid any attention when I walked into the room. I found what I was looking for under a pile of hastily discarded clothes, a medium pizza box containing the Bah Fagool Big Pepperoni Special. Well actually it was a cheese pizza, but judging by the sounds from the table the little delivery guy was giving the big pepperoni to Anastasia hard and fast.

I took the pizza to the kitchen and grabbed a beer to go with it and headed for the living room. I picked up the huge clunky remote control, which felt like it had to weigh at least five pounds and turned on the TV.

I immediately hit the mute button to drown out the sex sounds. The TV was turned to the porn channel. Well actually that wasn't true, because seeing as all of the 18 channels the TV got only played porn, it was impossible for just one to be "the" porn channel. What was on each channel changed every time I turned the TV on, but the basic selection of channels always stayed pretty much the same. There were 5 lesbian channels, two for gang bangs, three three-way channels, four for orgies, two for what could be described as either special or disturbing, and a remaining four that showed just plain old vanilla sex. I flip around until I found a guy and a redhead fucking on the kitchen table, left it on for dinner entertainment, and helped myself to a slice of pizza. I had found that if I didn't pay too much attention to what was happening on the screen it was almost like watching sports.

I took a swig of my watered down beer as the stud on the screen started ramming the redhead in earnest. All I could think was that I would kill for an episode of Sports Center, or even an instructional video on hanging dry wall. I turned off the TV and sighed.

That was it, the official moment when I admitted to myself that I was bored out of my mind. On the one hand I felt like an idiot for being bored. Every day from the time I woke up to the time I went to bed I had the most intense sex I'd ever had in my life. The sex was never dull, in fact if anything it seemed to get better and better as time rolled on.

Not only that, but I was now the proud owner of a monster cock capable of shooting rivers of cum, almost at will. I was in the best shape I'd ever been in life. My body was covered in long ropey muscles and I hadn't done so much as single sit-up or push-up since I'd gotten here. I also had a deep golden tan, even though the only time I ever spent outside was the occasional afternoon rut with the double jointed blonde chick who hung out by the pool.

Then there were some things that were just odd. Like how I could now tell a woman's bra size just by looking at her. Tiffany? A 34DD. Domino? 38D. Anastasia? 36EE. The woman didn't even have to be wearing a bra for me to know her size. Of course on the down side I had pretty much lost the ability to do long division in my head. Now it's not like I did a lot of long division in my head before I got to this place, but I did use that particular skill more often then I had found myself with a burning desire to know a woman's bra size.




Pornoville Ch. 04



On the other hand there were some things I definitely didn't like about being in this place. I now had a shoulder length mullet. I'd woken up with it, fully grown, the second morning here. Granted it never needed combing, because it felt like someone had used two cases of Aqua Net to shellac it into place, but there was no denying I was the not so proud owner of a hair helmet. Then there was my mustache. Well the mustache I would have had if I didn't shave every four hours. The damn thing didn't even grow; it just appeared every four hours fully grown. It was a complete pain in the ass shaving three to four times a day, but I just couldn't handle looking at myself in the mirror with a mullet and a porn stache.

That stuff was annoying, but what drove me well and truly nuts was just how boring this place was. There were no printed words in any of the books and magazines, only pornographic pictures. The TV, as I already pointed out only showed porn. The radio? Well it did play music, but only that boom chica bow wow porn theme music, and have you ever tried listening to that for any period of time? Well, actually the time I had that three-way in the backseat of my muscle car with Tiffany and Domino it was kind of cool, but I couldn't listen to it in a non-humping situation.

It wasn't just the entertainment that sucked here, there were other things too. There was no such thing as a real conversation here. People would come up to me and repeat the same bits of tired dialog that served only to advance the thread bare plot of the movie, but any attempt on my part to talk about something else would usually be lead to me being called a jokester. If I didn't let the subject go I would get the same response regardless of the person I was talking to, or the situation, wanna fuck?

And then there was the food. Don't get me started on the food. Well take the pizza I was eating as a perfect example. Sure it looked like pizza, but the cheese wasn't creamy, the tomato sauce had zero acidity and he crust tasted like raw bland dough. This pizza would fill me up, but as for getting any sort of enjoyment from eating, that was completely out of the question.

The beer was the same deal as the pizza. It was barely carbonated and tasted a lot more like water then beer. Oh and getting drunk on it seemed to be completely out of the question. I had once not only drunk all the beer in the fridge, but all six bottles of cheap champagne and didn't so much as get even a little dizzy.

It was like whoever set this place up had decided that unless a sensation or experience was essential to cum shooting out the end of my cock, it wasn't needed.

So all that being considered, it's no surprise that I eventually became bored. Anyone with even average intelligence would have been bored stiff in two weeks given these condititions. Granted it had taken me four and a half months, but then I had never claimed to be average even back when I didn't need a pencil and paper to tell you what 144 divided by 3 was.

At that moment I really wanted to go home. Just to spend the some time with my crappy job, and some boring moronic television repeats. Of course that wasn't going to happen. Hell, I didn't know how I gotten to this place, so going home was out of the question.

I sighed and took a bite of the pizza. I guess I was just going to have to make the best of it. I turned the TV back on. A brunette with great tits and wearing glasses was going down on a thick prick. I felt my own dick twitch in my pants. Well, she was kind of cute. I took another sip of my beer and settled in for a night with the boob tube.

It happened the next day. I was at work and coming back from my 12:00 mustache shaving when I bumped into one of the secretaries in the hallway.

"Oh, sorry Rick," she almost whispered as she moved to step around me.

She was about two steps away when I realized what she had called me. "What did you say?" I asked.

She turned back. She was fairly pretty, sun streaked brown hair, kind of a button nose with some faint freckles, blue eyes, and a nice proportional figure.

"What?" She asked me. She had kind of a vacant glassy stare. To be honest, she looked dumb as a brick.

"What did you just say?" I asked again, fighting the urge to talk very slowly.

"Oh, I said sorry Rick." 

There it was again, my name. For the first time in four and a half months somebody called me by my actual name.

"You just called me Rick?" It came out as a question.

The girl nodded her head and stared off into space like she was testing the limits of her memory.

"Last week you were walking by and Tawny said good morning Dick and you said my name is Rick, so when we bumped into each other just now I said sorry Rick." She smiled when she got the end of her answer. It was a cute smile.

I was stunned. She could remember something that happened last week. Nobody else around this place could remember what happened three days ago. She looked kind of familiar but I couldn't remember her name

I smiled and walked towards her. "Well you're right, my name is Rick. What's yours?"

Her smile got kind of strained. "What?"

"What's your name I asked?" It was strange because I'd seen her before but I hadn't had sex with her.

Her smile just dropped off her face. "Wanna fuck?" She asked.

I went with my trademark response of "uh" mainly because this made no sense. The only time women around here said wanna fuck is when they didn't know the answer to the question and the only way that could happen here is if this girl didn't have a name.

Suddenly I knew where I'd seen her before. She was one of the girls who sat on the sidelines of the lesbian lunchroom orgy. She didn't have a name because she was an extra.

"Uh not right now," I said stalling for time. She was nice and she was the only person in four and a half months that I had anything close to an actual conversation with.

"Hey, would it be ok if I call you Sally?" I asked. She kind of looked like a Sally.

The smile came back. "Ok."

"Dick!" I turned around. Tiffany was waiting by my office. "Could I speak with you right now?" Boy, did she look pissed.

"Umm, sure thing Tiffany," I said. I turned back to Sally. "I've got to go, see you soon, ok Sally?" I said feeling a goofy grin spread across my face.

Sally's smile was dazzling. "Ok Rick, bye."

I said bye, and couldn't stop smiling. Well, that is until I turned around and caught the world class stink eye Tiffany was giving me and Sally.

"What's up Tiffany?" I asked, very aware of the fact my goofy grin had left the building.

"Could we just talk about it in your office Dick? It's very important." Tiffany said starring past me, shooting Sally one of the bitchiest looks I'd ever seen in my life.

"Um, sure", I said walking into the office totally confused.

I had no idea why Tiffany would need to talk to me. I'd just finished rogering her rump maybe 20 minutes before.

Tiffany closed the door behind us and proceeded to give me my very first rim job. It was nice, but for the life of me I couldn't see why it was so important it couldn't wait until the next day.

I now had a new mission in life, to talk to Sally. Over the next couple of days I managed to say hi to her a couple of times and always got a happy "Hi Rick," and a dazzling smile in return, but that was about where our conversations came to a screaming halt.

Tiffany had begun watching me like a hawk. Any time I made so much as eye contact with Sally, Tiffany would swoop in and totally conversation block us. It always seemed to end with me being pulled away to the nearest office or supply closet for yet another bout of mind blowing sex with Tiffany.

It was almost like Tiffany was jealous of Sally, but that made zero sense to me. I'd fucked just about every woman in the office and Tiffany had never seemed to mind before. Hell, two weeks ago I had been fucking Miss Juana Bendmiova in the middle of the hallway and Tiffany had stepped over us without even blinking. It was like she had a specific problem with Sally.

It was a weird situation, but I didn't really care about why it was happening. I just needed to get Tiffany out of the picture for awhile so I could talk with Sally again. It wouldn't be easy, because this was a porn movie, so Tiffany didn't have an actual job to keep her busy, which meant to pull this off I'd have to be extra crafty.

Ok, as you may have judged by my long division skills at this point of the story "crafty" would have been a stretch on my part. So seeing as crafty was out of the question, I went with something reliable instead.

The next morning, instead of our usual office fuck fest, I grabbed Tiffany and Miss Juana Bendmiova, and hustled them into the ladies room. It had only taken minimal instruction from yours truly, to get some hot girl on girl action taking place on the white tile floor.

While every woman in this place had turned out to be bisexual, Tiffany was really, really, really bisexual. Hook Tiffany up with another girl, let her build up a little head of steam, and she wouldn't come up for air for hours at a time.

Tiffany had more then built up a little head of steam by this point. Juana's cheap rayon blouse had been yanked open and those big store bought tits of hers were hanging over her bra, and her mini-skirt had been yanked up over her waist. Tiffany had gotten Juana's panties off, and was lapping at her hard little clit like a kitten with a saucer of cream.

Yes, Tiffany looked well and truly occupied and fucking hot as well, what with her down on her hands and knees, her head buried in Juana's wet pussy and that sexy heart shaped ass up in the air. My cock was hard as a rock, and drooling precum down my pants' leg at an appalling rate. A little voice in my head started to say it might be a good idea for me to join the ladies down on the floor. I pictured myself getting Tiffany and Juana into a modified 69 position, and while Tiffany lashed Juana's clit, I would fuck Tiffany's heart shaped ass, and Juana could run her tongue over my pistoning scrotum.

It was very tempting, and without even thinking about it I found myself loosening my cheap vinyl belt, but then for some reason Sally popped into my head. I saw that pretty smile of hers. Then I heard Juana breath start to come in short little gasps as her first orgasm started to build to completion and my hands went back to my belt. Then I remembered Sally actually called me by my real name and always seemed interested in what I had to say. I refastened my belt and quietly limped out of the restroom.

"Hi Sally," I said as I walked up to her desk.

Sally looked up, totally confused as to why someone would be talking to her and then she saw me and that bright dazzling smile of hers lit up the room, while I felt that goofy grin I got whenever I was around her stretch across my face.

"Hi Rick!" Sally said brightly. "How is your day going?" She asked.

I thought about Yvette blowing me in the kitchen before I left for work and Tiffany and Juana still going at it in the ladies' room.

"Oh you know the usual." I said, suddenly feeling something pressed against my back.

I turned around to see what it was and found myself looking at very attractive and very small girl. The top of her dirty blonde pigtailed covered head barely came even with my shoulder, and that was with the high heeled black Mary Janes she was standing in. I glanced down and quickly realized what had been pressed against my back, the girl's ridiculously oversized for her body, 32DD tits.

Thanks to the white men's shirt she was wearing with the top three buttons undone, I was able to see more creamy cleavage then I would have ever thought possible to get on to the body of a woman who was maybe 4'11" on her tip toes. I could tell her strawberry sized nipples were fully bloomed because she seemed to have forgotten her bra that morning, and just for good measure she had tied her shirt off under her tits, so I could get a good look at that cute little belly button of hers. Given the extra sluttiness of the top she was wearing, the thigh high white stockings and the frilly white panties that were barely covered by the miniscule red and green checked miniskirt she was wearing didn't look so much as over the top, but as just part of the outfit.

She twirled her chewing gum around her finger as she batted her big hazel eyes up at me.

"Umm, yes?" I started, but couldn't remember her name for the life of me even though I was pretty sure we had screwed at least twice.

"Candi," she said helpfully, "like the kind you suck on."

"Ok Candi," I said, watching as she put her finger in her mouth and scraped her gum off her finger with her pretty pink tongue. I should have said something else, but that little tongue proceeded to peek out of her mouth and take a long slow tour of her lips. Lips which she had apparently found the time to shellac with what looked like at least 43 coats of cherry lip gloss.

I managed to tear my attention away from her mouth. "Is there something I can help you with Candi?" I asked.

"Yes Dick, I think there is." She said with a sly smile.

"My name is Rick," I said automatically.

Candi ran a single scarlet covered fingernail up the front of my pants, "but I like dick," she whined in a little baby girl voice.

I managed to snap myself out of the lust fueled trance I'd been in. "Can I help you with something, Candi?" I asked.

"Do you wanna fuck?" Candi asked with a teasing smile, like she already knew the answer to that question.

I told her not right now, which as you can guess was one of the biggest lies of my life. Candi turned to walk away, but not before mouthing the word "bitch" at Sally.

I looked around then and noticed every woman in the room was looking at Sally like she was a cold sore at an orgy. Sally being the adorable little dim bulb that she was didn't seem to notice a thing. I however got really uncomfortable and asked Sally if she'd come to my office and she of course she followed me right in.

I closed the door behind her and sat down in my chair thinking Sally would sit down in the chair in front of my desk and we could finally have that conversation I'd been almost dreaming about for the last week. I was more then a little surprised when Sally sat down in my lap and stuck her tongue down my throat.

I pushed Sally away, but couldn't help noticing her mouth tasted faintly of peppermint.

"What's wrong?" Sally asked with that mild level of confusion on her face that was there 80% of the time.

"Sally, what was that all about?"

"Well, aren't we going to fuck?" Sally asked. My face must have mirrored my confusion at this question. "Well you asked me to come in your office, and you always fuck every girl who comes in here." Sally said, explaining the reason for her question.

"You know that? How?" I asked without thinking.

"Uh huh," Sally said nodding her head. "You're kind of noisy when you cum." 

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks for the first time in over three months. "Oh, you heard me, huh?"

"Oh yeah, all the time, you're always shouting stuff like 'fuck I'm gonna cum!' or 'get ready, here it cums!' or like last week when you were in here with Ms. Titswallow for three hours and you just went 'uh, uh, uh, Ooooohhh!'" Sally said ticking off examples.

"By the way Rick, why did you call Ms. Titswallow mommy?"

My blush started flooding down from my cheeks and didn't feel like it was going to stop until it got to my navel.

"I'm really sorry you heard that Sally."

Sally's confused look came back. "Why? It's what you do."

There it was my new life in a nutshell. "Yeah," I sighed feeling a hundred years old, "that's what I do."

Sally suddenly looked at me. She didn't look confused or dim; the look on her face was pensive and kind of concerned.

"Can I ask you something Rick?"

"Sure Sally, what?"

"Every time I talk to you, I can't help noticing that you don't seem very happy. Why is that?"

That was an awkward question. How do you explain to someone you're stuck in their movie?

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Well it's kind of complicated." I mumbled.

A brief look flashed across Sally's face. One I hadn't seen from a woman in about four and a half months, the "you really don't thing you're getting off that easy, do ya bub?" look. 

"Well ok Rick, but seeing as we're not fucking why don't we talk about it?"

Crap, I was cornered. I looked at Sally and she looked back at me waiting for me to start. She had really pretty eyes.

"Well, it all started a few months ago when my DVD player jammed," I head myself say as I started my story.

"And that's when I realized I was in a porn movie," I said finishing my story. "I must sound nuts to you, huh Sally? I mean have you ever heard of anything crazier then someone being a character in a porn movie? That's impossible."

"It's improbable, but not necessarily impossible." Sally mumbled almost thinking out loud to herself.

"What did you say Sally? I asked.

"Well Rick, it all depends on your feelings about the Theory of Relative State Formulation, but what you described could be possible using that theory."

"The Theory of Relative State Formulation?" I asked.

"Sally nodded brightly, "yeah that's what they called it when it was first published in the 1950's. You know, The Many Worlds Theory."

"Sally what are you talking about?"

"Quantum mechanics," Sally said brightly.

"Quantum what?" I asked.

"Yeah Rick, you know, it's a theory to explain phenomena on the sub-atomic level that can't be explained by the Theory of Relativity or Newtonian physics."

"Oh right," I said even though having never taken a physics course I had no idea what Sally was talking about. "How does that go again?" I asked, faking it with yet another woman I was attracted to in my life.

Sally giggled, "Oh Rick, you know, in The Many Worlds Theory every possible result to every event exists in its own separate universe. So given that, it would be possible for there to be an actual universe that existed only as a movie in another universe in a parallel dimension.

"And would it be possible for me to travel between these universes? " I asked, not really wanting to get into the specifics of what Sally was talking about.

Sally thought about this for a second. I could tell this because she got the same look on her face that I used to get when I did long division in my head. "Umm, given certain conditions, sure," Sally said finally.

"What conditions?" I asked.

"Well you said this 'DVD' was a movie you were going to play on your TV, right?"

I nodded and started to say something but Sally kept talking, it had apparently been a rhetorical question; "so you'd need a TV and some sort of device that could play a recording. These would form a gate if they had the proper energy source."

"Um, energy source?" I asked again starting to realize that dim little Sally wasn't so dim.

"Uh huh, you'd need a massive amount of energy to open this gate, so you'd need a super dense element, probably something with an elemental number in the 192 to 196 range."

"Doesn't the highest element on the periodic table have a number like 114?" I was totally confused at this point.

Sally giggled. "Oh, good one Rick, everyone knows the periodic table isn't fixed. There is always room for new elements and the highest element on the chart right now has a number of 122."

"Um yeah, well I thought you'd think it was funny." I said smiling weakly. Now didn't seem like best time to mention my D in high school chemistry. "So, we don't know what this element is called?"

"Uh uh," Sally said shaking her head. I noticed Sally's hair was cute when she did that. "Probably the only things we could guess about it, is that it would have a luminent emerald quality, and due to its density it would be incredibly heavy for its perceived mass.




Pornoville Ch. 04



"Luminent emerald quality?"

"Anything made out of it would be really, really bright green, like, well, have you seen Cumisha's panties?" Sally asked trying to give me a practical example.

I found myself blushing again because I had seen Cumisha's panties, at least nine times if the truth be told. "Um ok, but how would this element work?" I asked trying to get the subject away from other women's underwear.

"Well you would need a device to power on the TV, and this device would have to be powered by the element."

"Like a remote control?"

"Uh huh."

"A green one?"

Sally giggled again. "Well maybe on the inside, but the one thing you'd really notice about it is it would feel really heavy."

A heavy remote control, I had one of those, and I had a pretty good idea where I could find a TV connected to a media player with bright green cables. This was starting to get promising.

"So what would happen if I used this remote control?" I asked.

"Well," Sally said kind of looking off into space, "the device would send a jolt of high energy to the TV and the when that energy passed through the TV and came into contact with element in the connecting cables it would result in a massive release of energy that would result in an event horizon capable of inter-dimensional transfer." 

I just stared at Sally.

"A gate would open to your original universe, silly." Sally said with another cute giggle.

"And I could go home?" I asked feeling that goofy grin stretch across my face again.

Uh huh," Sally said smiling and giggling, but then she stopped and shook her head. "I mean uh uh."

"Why not?' I demanded

"Well in order to set the gate up to open to correct dimension, you would have to calibrate the tension of the case of the media player."

"Calibrate the tension?" I asked in disbelief.

"Uh huh, and to do this you would have to manipulate the fastening devices on the rear plate of the media player with a manually operated fastening device manipulation adjustment tool.

"A manually operated what?" I almost shouted.

"Oh Rick don't get mad," Sally said cringing. "I'm not an engineer; I don't know what it's called."

I quickly apologized to Sally, but inside I was seething. Jesus, fastening devices? Manipulating tool? What the hell did that mean? Suddenly I remembered when the little guy was in my apartment futzing with my DVD player.

"Sally are you saying if I adjust the screws with a screwdriver, then I can go home?" I asked.

"You said screw," Sally said with a giggle just bubbling up out of her.

"Sally!" I snapped. Sally's eyes got wide so I took a deep breath and tried again.  "Sally, if I had a manipulating tool, could I adjust the tension on the media player case?" I asked very slowly.

"Oh, yeah, uh huh," Sally said nodding her head. "Then it would be easy."

Now came the big question. "Sally could you do it for me?" I asked because I knew I couldn't calibrate case tension for inter-dimensional travel to save my well toned butt.

Sally didn't say anything; she just kind of stared off into space and after a little bit the tip of her cute little tongue peeked out of her mouth.

After awhile the silence was maddening. I couldn't help myself.

"Uh, Sally?"

"I'm doing the calculations," Sally said not even bothering to look at me. I buttoned up and waited for the numbers to get crunched.

Finally, Sally looked at me and got a big smile. "Uh huh!" She giggled.

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed.

"Great! God Sally, how do you know all this stuff?" I asked.

"Oh," Sally said shrugging her shoulders. "Well I don't really have anything to do all day long, so I think about stuff."

"You think about physics?"

Sally smiled at me like I had said something cute, silly but cute. "Only sometimes, most of the time I think about numbers."

"Umm numbers?" I asked starting to feel guilty. I'd really underestimated Sally.

"Uh huh, you know basic stuff like number theory and projective geometry, but every once in a while I think about stuff like phsyics because it's fun to watch the numbers work."

"Wow," I said realizing I was the dim bulb in this particular relationship, "that's really cool."

"Really? Most people think it's dumb."

"Well I don't Sally. If you didn't think about this stuff I wouldn't be able to get home, and you know how you were saying I'm never happy?"

"Yeah?"

"Well right now I'm so happy I could kiss you."

"Ok," Sally giggled just before she shoved her tongue down my throat.

It caught me off guard and without even thinking about it I pushed Sally off of me.

"What's the matter now?" Sally asked in complete confusion.  "Don't you want to kiss me?"

"Yes!" I blurted out suddenly realizing I really did want to kiss Sally. "I just want to do something different, ok?" I sked.

Sally raised an eyebrow. In this place "try something different" had a little more implied risk then it did on other places. She slowly nodded yes. I smiled and cradled her face in my hands and slowly drew her down to me.

That first kiss was so soft. I just barely brushed her lips. It was over in a flash, but I just held her face to mine for a moment, drinking in the moment. I pulled back and looked at her. "Was that ok?" I asked her as I caressed her cheek. Sally closed her eye as the back of my hand softly rubed her cheekbone.

"Uh huh," she breathed. "Are you going to do that again?" She asked.

"Do you want me to?" I asked huskily? Sally just nodded and and smiled. "Good," I murmmered as I pulled her back into me.

That's when Sally and I really started to kiss. Each one was a little deeper, a little longer. Eventually our tongues met, gently, almost playfully touching and rubbing.

Sally's sighs were becoming deeper and more urgent. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I gently broke off my kiss, and slowly trailed my lips up along her jawline, all the way up to her ear. I moved her hair away, god it was the most beautiful ear I had ever seen. A perfect little cockleshell shape that proved the existance of a God. I softly licked the skin behind it.

"OH!" Sally gasped and shuddered. "Oh, that feels so good." Sally whispered.

"Well then I'll have to do it a lot more won't I? I whispered in Sally's ear, as I silently thanked my old girlfriend Karen who had taught me about the potential of that particular errogounous zone.

"Mmmmmm, yes you will," Sally murrmered as she began to slowly rub her hand up and down my arm.

I gently nibbled her earlobe and then moved my hand to her breast. I could feel the heat coming off of it even through the blouse that was covering it. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it felt different the all the tits I had been groping. It was soft and supple and it fit in my hand as I softly squeezed it. That's when I realized Sally hadn't had a boob job, these were her real breasts. I cupped it and slowly began to massage it in a cirular motion.

Sally gave out a little moan and pulled my mouth down to hers and we met in a long wet opened mouth kiss. She pulled my free hand up to the top button on her blouse and helped me to undo that first button. It's hard to explain how I felt right then. It was like I was on fire, but I didn't feel frantic. I wanted to lay Sally down and do just about every sexual thing I had ever heard of to her, but at the same time I didn't want to rush; I wanted this to last for forever, and the one thing I knew is we had all the time in the world.

Just then the door to my office burst in. Sally and I looked up at the same time and saw Tiffany standing in the door.

You could almost litterally see steam coming out of Tiffany's ears. Her eyes were bugging and her huge fake rack was rising and falling like she'd just run a marathon. She marched over, grabbed Sally out of my lap, and frog marched her out of my office. 

Right at the doorway she shoved Sally out of the room. "Just sit at your desk and fucking type, you fucking extra!" She hissed and then slamed the door.

Now I really meant to put a stop to this crap Tiffany was pulling, but well, I got pretty hard while Sally was in my lap and when I jumped up I did it too quick and pretty much ruptured myself. So by the time my eyes had stopped wattering Sally was gone, the door was slammed and I was facing a very upset Tiffany. You know I might have had to cede Tiffany the moral high ground in this particular situation, if she hadn't have been wearing her blouse on inside out.

I was all set to get off a real corker along the lines of "hey," but Tiffany beat me to the punch.

"Do you think you might be able to do some actual work today, Mr. Cuntington?" She asked in a snide tone.

What? Work? We actually were supposed to do something around this place? I was completely flumoxed, so I went with my never miss coversational ploy of, "huh?"

"If it's not too much to ask, Mr Cuntington, do you think you could fufill your duties as senior vice-president of this company?"

Well this was something new. I stuttered out an ok. Tiffany went over to my phone and hit a button.

"Miss. Tawny?" Tiffany said into the phone in a voice encased in professionalism. "Could you please report to Mr. Cuntington's office with Miss. Kitan ASAP?"

Tiffany hung up the phone and glanced down at my pants. I looked down; my still half hard cock was an obscene bulge. Tiffany looked up at me and rolled her eyes. I was stunned, this was the first time in four and half mouths she had seen it and hadn't at least licked her lips. I had no idea what was going to happen next.

There was a knock at the door and Miss Tawny and Miss Kitan came into the room, closing the door behind them.

The best way to describe Tawny and Kitan is that they were porn twins. That is to say they kind of looked like sisters in a really slutty way. They both had dyed their hair the same white trash shade of platinum blonde usually only seen at a Tuesday night wrasselin' match. They both had deep tans and wore way, way too much makeup. Tawny might have been a little taller, but Kitan had the higher cum fuck me pumps on so they were actually the exact same height. The main difference between the two girls is that Kitan had sprung for a doctor to make a feeble attempt to correct her deviated septum, and Tawny had kept her slightly bent honker as is, and had sunk that part of her plastic surgery budget into some slightly larger, but slightly lopsided fake tits. 

The two girls stood in front of us, slightly twisting back and forth in their high heels. I looked at the girls and looked at Tiffany.

"Well?" Tiffany demanded.

"Well what?" Look I had no idea what was going on at this point, and I didn't have the energy to pretend anymore.

"Well don't you have anything to say about how they are dressed?"

I looked at Tawny and Kitan. I saw high heels, miniskirts that could pass for belts and matching plunging necklines. With the exception of Sally, they were dressed like every other woman in the office.

I looked at the girls. I looked at Tiffany. I looked back at the girls and then back at Tiffany.

"You want to help me out here?" I asked Tiffany.

Tiffany gave an exaggerated sigh. "What about the company dress code?"

My eyebrows shot up so high I was amazed they didn't just fly off my forehead. "We have a dress code?" I asked.

Tiffany shot me a dirty look. She was actually pretty good at shooting dirty looks. Tiffany grabbed each girl and led them to my desk and bent them over at the waist.

"See?" Tiffany demanded.

I looked at the girls. I could see they apparently used every minute of their spare time doing squat lunges, because those were some world class hinders peeking out of those skirts but I just looked at Tiffany and shrugged my shoulders.

Tiffany yanked the girl's skirts up. "They aren't wearing any panties." She pointed out.

Once again Tiffany was right, but seeing as I ripped her panties off almost every morning I still didn't see her point.

"That's against the rules?"

Tiffany grabbed each girl's ass. "Look at these bubble butts." She said while clutching a handful of each girl's butt cheek. "How are you men supposed to concentrate on work with these little tramps walking around flashing these hot asses?"

Tiffany had a point. While Tawny and Kitan had deep tans all over their bodies it was almost painfully obvious they didn't go bottomless for their tanning sessions. I was looking at two of the most amazingly round, amazingly firm, and amazingly creamy white asses I had ever seen in my life.

"Here Dick, touch them," Tiffany said taking my hand and placing it of Kitan's little round butt. I couldn't help but squeeze that firm flesh. Kitan's ass was so pale, just grabbing it made faint red finger prints on her skin.

"Honestly, Dick do you think any man in this building is going to have blood going anywhere but to their cocks when they see these ripe little rumps wandering around?" Tiffany asked. "Hell I bet it's got you hard as a rock right now." Tiffany said running her hand over the straining front of my polyester knit pants.

"Do you see what I mean Dick?" I didn't answer; I was hypnotized by Kitan's ass. "Dick!" She snapped.

I looked up. "What? Oh yes, right!" I said not noticing that I was still running my hand over that fine ass in front of me.

"Well what are you going to do about this Dick?

Huh? Right now I was willing to start paying both girls' rent, but nobody paid rent here, so I didn't think they'd appreciate the gesture.

"Dick, they need to be punished." Tiffany said.

This got my attention. I dragged my eyes away from Kitan's butt. "Do you want to write them up?" I asked completely confused by where this conversation was going.

"Dick," Tiffany said drawing that name out, "you need to spank them."

"I need to what?" I asked, my mouth hanging open.

"You need to paddle those little butts, Dick! That's the only thing these little sluts will understand."

"I don't think ..." I started.

"Smack that ass Dick, NOW!" Tiffany said, her voice popping like a crop.

Without thinking, I took a halfhearted swat at Kitan's ass. At first, I was worried I hurt her, but she looked back at me, flashed her double row of flash eye lashes at me and giggled.

"Dick if that's all you're going to do, you might as well not spank them at all. Look, I know you're a big strong guy, but they can take it. Here, watch," Tiffany said and without any warning she gave Tawny a hard crack across the girl's ass.

I flinched at the sound of the blow. I was the only one there who did. Well, Tawny did loudly moan "oooohhhh," but I noticed she pushed that creamy ass back towards Tiffany, almost as if she wanted more.

"See Dick, she's ok," Tiffany said gesturing to Tawny's haunch. "Now show Kitan who's the boss here."

I smacked Kitan's butt.  I didn't hit her as hard as Tiffany had hit Tawny, but there was a pop when my hand made contact. I gulped for a second when Kitan let out a loud "owwww," but when it ended in a low "mmmm and Kitan looked back at me and winked, my inhibitions dropped away.

"Good Dick, now do Tawny," Tiffany whispered into my ear.

This time there was no hesitation and the crack of my hand was at least as hard as Tiffany's. Tawny gasped but she was purring as I explored her ass with both my hands after it.

Tiffany's hands had drifted down to my cock, in my pants leg, and she was massaging the full length from my groin, to almost my knee.

"This turns you on Dick, doesn't it?" She whispered into my ear.  She didn't wait for an answer she just groaned and stuck her tongue in my ear.

She didn't need an answer. I was turned on which surprised me. I'd never felt the urge to spank a woman before, but now with Tawny and Kitan bent over in front of me I was completely caught up in the moment. The sound of my hand on their skin, seeing my full hand laid across their skin, and the way that blush followed each stroke on that creamy skin really excited me in an almost primal way. I turned back to Kitan's ass without anymore encouragement from Tiffany.

After three more strokes to each girl's ass we were all ready to move on to other festivities. Tawny and Kitan were engaged in some full contact open mouth tongue wrestling. Tiffany had just descended to her knees and was wrestling my cock out of my pants, and now that both girls had raised up on their tip toes to give me full access to their dripping pussies, but what had my cock as hard as it had ever been since I got to this place was the faint red outline of my big handprint on each girl's perfect ass cheek.

Tiffany spat on my cock to give even more lubrication and then took a deep breath.

"Let's see that little extra try this," I heard her mutter right before she inhaled my entire cock.

I groaned a long dawn out fuck and gave myself over totally to the sensations I was feeling, but I remembered my last conscious thought of the day coming from the back of my mind; "where am I going to find a screwdriver?"

(to be continued ...)