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Making Moves

By: TrueNorth1969



Calvin Webb stepped carefully amongst the boxes scattered all over the apartment floor as he talked on his cell-phone. "Okay, Robert. Thanks! I'll catch you later." 

"Love you Robert!" A happy female voice called out from the bedroom adding, "Thanks for all of your help!"

Calvin shook his head and smiled as he pressed the 'dismiss' button on his cell. "He already hung up!"

Elsa Chan stuck her head out through the bedroom door, and cheerfully said, "Ah well, I see my brother everyday anyway!"

"Not anymore," he said.

"Well this is true now, isn't it?" Elsa replied stepping out into the living room. Gleefully she announced, "Finally! My own place!"

She spun like a schoolgirl with her hands in the air, her long black hair flying around, knocking over a bunch of boxes. With a yelp, she covered her mouth laughing. "Oops!"

"Uh-huh. Very good," the taller black man chided her and stooped over to pick up the fallen boxes, "With your luck these are probably your glasses."

The woman whose cheeks and chin formed a heart when she smiled broadly waved her hands dismissively and said, "Leave it! Leave it! Let's just relax!"

She lifted some boxes off of her sofa and then sank into the cushions with a sigh. Her smile was beaming endlessly. She sighed and repeated, "My own place! I can't believe it."

Calvin sat down beside her, rubbing his smooth shaven head. He blew out a breath of air then said, "Yeah, well, you almost didn't make it."

She rolled her eyes knowingly. It had been a long, stressful day. It seemed everything conspired to turn what should have been a straightforward move from her family home to her condo apartment into an endurance marathon. It was supposed to be a moving party, with a dozen of her friends showing up in the morning to help her out. That number turned out to be 6. Amongst the AWOL friends was a guy who was supposed to bring along another van. She was left with only her family van to move all of her things all the way downtown in a couple of trips. 

Then there was the delay in the closing time. She had no keys. By the time everything was cleared up in the afternoon, the moving party had been halved again, down to Elsa, her brother Robert, and her friend Calvin. She was fortunate that Calvin was an energetic and athletic man. She would have had a devil of a time moving things like her sofa if it was just her and her brother. As it was the three of them had finally finished by around 9 p.m., the sun setting a couple of hours ago in the distant view of her balcony.

"And it was damn hot today," Calvin exclaimed. They were working through a wall of humidity all day long. 

"Can't blame me for that!" Elsa waved her hand. She looked at the thermostat and said, "Air-conditioning is cranked now."

With a grin, she turned to him and slapped him on the shoulder. "Besides," she said, "You looked pretty hot taking off your shirt and just working in that wife-beater." She pulled at the shoulder strap of his top.

Calvin smirked. Truthfully, he thought Elsa looked pretty fine in a simple white t-shirt and denim shorts as well. 

"So tired! And I ache all over!" She exclaimed, rolling her head back against the sofa. She looked at him, "How about one of your patented neck rubs?"

"No problem," he replied, "But, hey, you think it'd be alright if I take a shower first? Even with the aircon, I'm feeling grungy."

Elsa nodded sympathetically, "Yeah, me too. Sure go ahead! Initiate my shower!"

"Sure 'nuff," he said as he stood up.

They laughed. She said, "I'll order the pizza and try to find where I packed the beers in these boxes!"

Calvin went into the bathroom while Elsa dialled the pizza place. She ordered a large all-dressed with a side-order of garlic bread. They hadn't eaten all day. When she hung up and turned around, she gasped.

"Sorry Elsa!" Calvin held up his hands, "Didn't mean to shock you!"

The tall man was only in his over-sized boxer shorts and socks. His athletic frame covered with chocolate-ebony skin was bare from the waist up. 

Elsa wasn't sure if she was smiling or gaping or just staring blankly. 

"Uh, do you have a towel and some soap?" he asked.

She blinked, her mouth hanging open. She stuttered, "S-sure. I'll find them for you."

"Thanks, sweets," Calvin smiled and headed back to the bathroom. He paused at the door and winked back at her with a little wiggle of his bum. He joked, "Don't get any ideas."

"Hah!" she snapped back, "Such a sick little mind!"

*********

Calvin liked the shower hot. He leaned forward, his hands pressed up against the wall, and his head down, allowing the shower to spray over his clean shaven scalp and down his back. The warm water running down his back soothed his muscles and felt good on his skin. He listened to the constant patter of the water. It relaxed him, allowed him to clear his thoughts of the little details of the day and focus. He closed his eyes and thought.

"Elsa," he muttered as the water dripped down his mouth.

It seemed he had known her for so long. They had met in one of their first year college study groups. Except for the two of them, everyone seemed to know someone else. Calvin would have been fine with not having to socialize with any of the other students. Across the table a young Chinese student, her narrow dark eyes and lips shifting to the side uneasily, looked a bit isolated. He was drawn to sympathy for her. When the students had to partner up for assignments, it was an easy choice. 

They got along pretty easily, both having the same sense of humour and taking several of the same classes together. At first thought, the larger man felt a little protective of the kind-natured smaller young woman even though she was the same age as he was. He knew college could be a lonely experience for many people. As it turned out he didn't have to bother worrying about her being lonely. Elsa had a very active social circle constantly meeting up with friends outside of school. In fact, it was Calvin who was integrated into her circle of friends. He kind of stood out. She had a wide mix of friends, though they were predominantly Chinese. A tall, bald, athletically built black man was easily spotted during their social gathering with the rest of her friends. 

He probably should have felt self-conscious. Elsa never gave him the opportunity to do so. Always ensuring he was involved, always ensuring everyone knew who he was, Calvin had quickly become a fixture in her social circle. In fact, over the years, her other friends became comfortable just to call him up on their own to go out.

But Elsa was always the constant. Her kindness and attentiveness and spirit was always there for him. And what had started as a sense of need to protect became a mutually giving friendship. 

Just as the warm water continued to pour down, his thoughts continued to flow. He dug deeper. Calvin often wondered what would have happened if he had seen Elsa from across a dance floor rather than from across a study table. A glowing light tan-skinned beauty with a smile that could both light up and warm up a casino and a cute butt the highlight of a slender and soft body, she would have definitely fallen in the "get with" category. It was a cliché but she really did have the soft, smooth skinned face of an angel. Somehow though, he never could get past the notion of classmates or friends. But there were days and times, when she'd be wearing a tight shirt or short skirt, or she'd be all hot and sweaty from playing sports or working hard, or when she'd laugh and touch him, that those notions began to fade. Like today, during the move. The move probably would have gone more quickly if he wasn't stopping every so often to scope the young woman or to inhale her scent deeply. He couldn't explain why his senses had become so attuned to her on this day but once they were, he couldn't shake her from his head.

Calvin gently touched his forehead against the bathroom tile. His mind searched the deepest recesses of his feelings for Elsa. As rivulets of water raced down the muscular valleys along his back, he felt a tingle in his gut. Not unexpectedly, the tingle made its way down to his crotch. With thoughts of the dark-haired woman in the condo with him racing through his mind, he felt a twinge, his penis twitching, growing, hardening.

"Elsa," he muttered again.

"Cal?" Elsa called through a crack in the door. 

Calvin shook his head and looked through the shower door. "Yeah?" he replied, trying to shake his mind off the surge in his lower body. 

"Got you a towel," she flipped it onto the sink counter, "And I have some soap."

"Thanks!" he said. He slid the bath door open, "Can you pass me the soap?"

"Um," Elsa paused at the door, then she closed her eyes and stepped slowly into the bathroom, "Not looking! Not looking!"

Calvin chuckled as she blindly waved her outstretched arm, holding out the soap. She touched his wet hand.

"Here you go! Not looking!" she laughed.

Calvin pulled his hand back as she released the soap. It fell to the floor outside the tub.

"Whoops," he said.

Reacting instantly, Elsa opened her eyes to look for the soap. She caught a glimpse of her friend in the shower, his large dark brown frame barely obscured by the clouded glass of the shower door. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Shit! Shoot! Sorry! Sorry! I-I'm not looking!" she said quickly as she stood in the middle of the bathroom floor, "Crap! Where's the soap?!" 

"S'okay! Calm down!" Calvin said. He couldn't help but laugh inside at her reaction. "It's on the floor beneath the toilet."

"Uh," Elsa bent down slightly, one hand covering her eyes, the other searching aimlessly for the soap. "Uh, shit. Look, can you just find it yourself?"

The young woman stood up and, with her eyes still closed, fumbled for the exit. 

Calvin started to laugh as she bumped into the towel rack. With a helpless whimper, Elsa finally made it out and pulled the door shut behind her. As he reached for the soap, he wondered just how much she actually saw.

She leaned up against the door, her brows knitted tight, her eyes still shut. It didn't help. In the darkness, she had a clear image of him. The steam of the water, the light-frosted shower door, couldn't hide Calvin's large, strong body sufficiently. And it certainly gave enough of a view of the dark, thick length hanging between his legs for her imagination to run wild with.

"Wow," she mumbled softly. Then she rubbed her forehead. Finally she moved away from the door.

As she cleared the coffee table of boxes and moving materials, Elsa couldn't help but think about Calvin. He was her friend. They had both been in and out of relationships in the five years they had know each other. Their friendship was always constant and unwavering. It seemed to be what made it easier for each other to tease one another, to pretend to flirt. She could openly admire and comment on his well-defined body because they would always be friends. For whatever reason, nobody ever put any stock or pressure on them to be anything more than that. There was never an idea of hooking up as anything else.

At least, that's what she had always thought.

The sound of the water turning off brought her back from her ruminations. She told herself she wouldn't mention anything about the soap thing.

Calvin came out of the bathroom buttoning up his shirt.

"So much for the wife-beater?" Elsa asked. 

"The wife-beater is done," he remarked, "Why would I put on that rank thing now that I smell like a rose?"

She laughed, "Sorry, I don't actually have any need for Old Spice soap or Irish Spring or whatever!"

"Well, it's fine!" he said smiling. He lowered his flat palms down his frame, "You know this body is as perfect as a rose anyway! Right?"

Elsa's mouth was agape with a huge smile, "Hah! You...!"

She jumped up and rubbed his bald head briskly.

Composing themselves, Elsa said, "Pizza should be here in 20 minutes."

"In the meantime," Calvin remarked scanning the clutter of boxes, "You want to unpack a bit?"

She fluttered her lips, "Pfft! Forget that! I'm wiped. Besides you smell so nice!"

He exaggerated a nod. Then he said, "How about you? Gonna take a shower?"

She scrunched her round nose and shook her head, "Nah. I'll wait for the pizza. Beside I didn't sweat half as much as you. And I always smell nice."

Calvin mused that she was telling the truth.

They laughed softly.

"So first things first," she inhaled and spoke, "What's the most important thing to do when you move into a new place?"

They smiled for a second then pointed at one another as they both said, "Hook up the TV."

************

The pizza arrived just as Calvin finished connecting all of her audio-visual equipment.

"My hero," Elsa said with a mocking tone as she brought over a couple of plates.

"Shut your mouth and give me a slice, woman!" he fired back.

For all the work he had just done, they didn't bother to turn on the television and just talked as they ate.

"So this is a nice place. Nice view. It seems really quiet," he said looking around the one bedroom apartment, "But isn't it a bit small?"

"It's just because I have so much stuff," she conceded, "But it's a small price for a bit of freedom."

Calvin took a long swig from his bottle of beer. He swallowed then said, "Is that what prompted the move? To have more freedom?"

The young woman shrugged. As she picked the mushrooms off of her pizza, eating them separately, she said, "I guess. I can come and go as I want. I can see who I want, when I want."

"Was that a problem at home?"

Elsa tilted her head side to side still staring at her pizza slice, "Mmm. Sort of. I couldn't have just anyone coming through at anytime."

Calvin wondered what she meant about 'anyone'. He had been to her house before, met her parents before, but always with a group of friends. He was never there alone with her and her parents always seemed more comfortable with her Chinese friends. It probably made sense, though.

"So it must have been hard for your parents to let you move out on your own," he remarked.

Again she nodded and said, "Well, not so bad. My parents are traditionalists for the most part. Often a girl at my age wouldn't move out until she's married or has a sure prospect of marriage. But they promised me that once I graduated and found a stable job, I could buy a place of my own. They still have my kid sister to dote on and my new job looks solid and I've proven to them that I'm financially capable and responsible."

"They don't know the party-girl side of you," Calvin noted.

"And they won't now, right?" she said raising a knowing brow.

"So," Calvin thought aloud as he looked the place over again, "I guess I can come here anytime I want?"

"Um excuse me!" Elsa corrected, "Anytime I want you to!"

Calvin drank from his bottle again then said, "Well, I guess I'll have to make you want me to come over."

"Ah yes! Entry into Elsa's private club!" She laughed, "Give it your best shot."

He was already planning to.

***********

As Elsa cleaned up the plates and empty beer bottles Calvin went through a box labelled "CD's and DVD's".

Amongst her collection of romantic comedies and Hong Kong movies and concert DVDs, one movie seemed to be out of place.

"Hey. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?" he said. He frowned and added, "That's weird."

"What's weird?" she asked as she made her way back to the living room.

"This is yours?" 

"Yeah, it's mine," she replied, "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," he said with a shrug, "It just seems to be kind of an old film for you. Plus it's not Chinese or a chick flick."

"Shut up!" Elsa clucked her tongue and snatched the DVD from his hands. "First of all, it's a great movie. I think it's really funny." 

Calvin grinned as the young woman pretended to scold him. He nodded, "Uh-huh."

She tried to stare him down, but she quickly rolled her eyes and smirked, "Yeah, and Newman and Redford are pretty hot."

Calvin laughed, "They're also both 3 times your age."

"Not in the movie," she snapped, slapping him lightly on his bald head with the DVD case.

He stood up still chuckling but he nodded. Taking the DVD back from her he said, "No. I'm kidding. It is a good movie."

Elsa's dark eyes lit up as she chirped, "You know what my favourite part is? I loved it when they were on the side of the cliff..."

Calvin nodded, grinning as he instantly recalled what she was talking about.

"...And they're trapped by those guys," she continued enthusiastically, "And Newman says they have to jump but Sundance won't..."

Laughing, Calvin slipped in, "Yeah he says, 'I can't swim!'."

Elsa chuckled as well, "And then Newman laughs and says..."

".... 'The FALL will probably kill ya!'" the two of them chimed together.

They filled her apartment with loud guffaws. Elsa shook as she laughed and had to brush away her long dark hair that had drooped across her face. Calvin noted that she had a nice light pink colour in her cheeks. Seeing her like this, her hair dropping down, the blush in her features, reminded him of something. He calmed himself down a bit.

"You want to know what my favourite scene is in this movie?" He asked lifting a brow.

Instead of telling her, he went over to the DVD player and put the disc in. Elsa's laughter subsided and she slumped back down into the sofa. Calvin sat down beside her holding the remote control.

Clicking the remote, he searched through the chapter menu of the DVD.

"Hey!" Elsa said, "Are you looking for the 'Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head' part?"

"No. Shh," he said still clicking through the menu. 

The DVD finally began to play:  The young school teacher arrives home at night to her secluded cabin on the outskirts of the town. She goes inside, lights a lamp in the sitting room area and proceeds to unbutton her high-collar blouse.

Elsa grimaced and turned to Calvin, casting a suspicious eye. "This," she exclaimed, "Is you favourite part of the movie?"

Calvin didn't move his eyes from the television. He shifted forward in his seat a bit and said, "Yeah. Quiet. Just watch."

With a sigh and shake of her head, Elsa looked at the television again.

The school teacher continues to undo her blouse as she moves into her bedroom. She removes her top in the dark, her body in silhouette from the light in the sitting room. Wearing her white under-slip, she hangs her top in the wardrobe and turns around. She gasps. A man is sitting in a chair across the room in the dark. He had been waiting for her. His face is cold and calm. The woman is in shock as the man, with a curt nod, says in a low voice, "Keep going, teacher lady." 

Again Elsa rolled her eyes. She turned to Calvin, about to point out her incredulity, but stopped when she looked at him. There wasn't a juvenile smirk on his face as she had been expecting. His large lips were drawn to a line and his brown eyes were fixed with intent on the screen. He was leaning forward, his fingers casually folded through one another. He was absorbed in this scene. Elsa glanced at the screen then back at him, then finally back at the movie again.

 The woman is frozen, her back pressed up against the wardrobe door. The man sighs impatiently, and reaches for his gun. Still seated in his chair, he calmly thumbs the hammer and points it at her saying, "That's okay. Don't mind me. Keep on going." Reluctantly, the woman pulls at the bow at the collar of her under-dress. As the man continues to watch quietly, she quickly undoes the buttons down to her waist then slips the dress off of her shoulders, down her legs and steps out of it. Now in only her under garments, she holds the slip up against herself, covering her body. 


Making Moves



Elsa shifted uneasily in her seat. She didn't know why she was feeling restless. She'd seen this movie a half dozen times. But now this scene was unnerving her. It was shot so silently, only the sounds of the material, a ribbon being pulled, buttons softly popping open, could be heard. The man seated beside her was so focused on the scene. She'd seen the intense side of Calvin before, when they were playing softball with friends, or when he talked about his work or school. But this was different. The scene they were watching was sexual and sensuous. Calvin's intensity was derived from that eroticism. She could sense the difference. Whether it was curiosity, wariness, or arousal she wasn't sure but she was drawn to it. The scene unfolding on the screen and the concentration of the man seated beside her were vying for her attention. 

The man takes a deep breath. His blue eyes scan the woman's body. He says in his raspy calm voice, "Let down your hair." The woman lets the slip drop to the floor, exposing her undergarment as she reaches up to undo the bun behind her head. There's the slightest hint of a lurid smile on the man's face as she does this. Her long brown hair drops seductively down her shoulders, across the side of her face. "Shake your head," he continues to instruct her. The woman's mouth is pursed now, the humiliation beginning to set in, but she does as she's ordered to anyway, tossing her hair with quick shakes of the head. Her hair covering her face, in shadow, the glistening in her pupils spitting defiant fire, she stands waiting for his next order. The man clears his throat, raises his brow and nods his gun at her. She should already know what he's expecting next. 

Elsa swallowed. She suddenly was aware that the only sound she heard in the apartment was her own quickening breath. The man beside her was unmoving. Clearing her throat slightly, she shifted in her seat. Without looking at her, Calvin placed a hand on her lap. He did so gently, but there was a firm pressure behind his warm touch. Elsa froze. His action stopped her squirming but it didn't do anything to put her at ease.

 The woman cocks the hammer. Now there is fear in the eyes of the woman. Her cheeks flushed red, she looks down. The camera zooms in close on her finger as she undoes the bows of ribbon at the collar of her undergarment. Then it follows them as they undo the buttons one by one down past her belly. With the last button released, she drops her hands to her sides, the garment parting down the middle, shadows highlighting the curve of her breasts and flat of her tummy . The man takes his time linger over her. There's a gratuitous short of the gaping part in her garment, the material that clings to her is shaking as her body trembles. Finally satisfied, the man puts away his gun and walks over to the woman. Her face is blank, her lips quivering as he stands before her. He slides his hands through the part in her undergarment, along her waist. "You know what I wish?" The woman growls at him, "That once you would get here on time!" Then they embrace with a kiss before the scene fades. 

Calvin stopped the DVD player.

Elsa stared at the blank screen. After a long moment, she blinked and said softly, "The 'Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head' scene is next."

It sounded silly as she said it. But any sound at the moment was a good one to her. His heavy hand was still on her lap as he turned to her. Elsa hesitated before looking at him, unsure of how she would react if she saw that intense look on his face. She saw a wide grin, white teeth twinkling behind his dark skin. 

"Now wasn't that the best?" he snickered. 

Elsa blinked and cocked her head. Her mouth dropped open and then, feeling relief course through her, she smiled and chided him, "Oh come on! We've seen worse stuff in porn movies at our parties!" 

"You can't compare this to porn!" he said, shaking his head, "You cannot call porn sexy! This scene was sexy! It was raw and natural." 

Rolling her eyes, she waved her hands at the TV and said "We didn't even see anything! They didn't show anything! There wasn't even a sex scene!"

"You poor girl!" he mocked her. He settled down and gave her a knowing look and said, "Use your imagination."

"My imagination..." she sighed.

"Trust me," he said rather seriously, "I can fill in the blanks about what happens next." Elsa could too. She had done so the numerous times she'd watched the movie. She would never admit it, but that particular scene in the film was always vivid in her mind as well, and she could just as clearly fantasize how it could have unfolded had they continued with an actual sex scene. Now she was thinking what it would have been like watching such a scene beside Calvin. He was already so intense and determined during just the undressing sequence. Immediately she shook that thought of her head. 

There was a long pause between them again. It amazed her how quickly the tension was building so quickly this night whenever there was silence. Elsa rubbed her forehead, exasperated, and scoffed, "You had me so worked up there..."

"I had you worked up?" Calvin quickly slid in.

Just as her heart suddenly started to do so, her mouth fluttered open without saying anything. In her haste to fill the silence with conversation, she had just spat that comment out. She cleared her throat then said, "I mean it was weird watching this with you."

"As opposed to porn films?" he asked.

"That was always with other people," she remarked, "And those films were so stupid."

He continued to watch her, allowing her to work through her thoughts.

"And you were so absorbed in it," Elsa continued, "Were you actually aroused by that?"

She was hoping for a coy, reactionary reply. Instead the man said, "Yeah. I was." He shrugged and added, "Weren't you?"

She felt tingles trickle through her skin like tiny pin pricks. Her dark brown eyes looked away from him. She could feel the blood blush her cheeks, telling him her answer without speaking. She tried to bide time to come up with a convincing reply but she could feel the man waiting on her. Instead she finally nodded and smiled nervously, sighing, "Okay! Fine! It was a good scene."

Again, not exactly a direct response, but she hoped it was sufficient. Seconds of silence ticked by. Finally, Calvin chuckled deeply. His familiar laughter immediately brought her back down a bit. 

"Male fantasies," she grumbled quietly.

"Can sometimes become a female's fantasies, as well," he added to her thought.

"Shut up!" she snapped jestingly, "You're such a perv!"

He laughed as she beat him with a throw cushion. 

Elsa groaned as she flopped back against the couch, "I am soooo tired! Maybe I'll go to bed soon."

"Well, I should go then," Calvin said. He leaned forward to stand up, but paused. "Oh yeah," he said, "your neck rub."

Elsa smiled, "That's okay. You must be tired too."

"Nah, it's cool," he said. He pulled her up by her wrists, "Come on. Let Dr.Webb work his magic."

She sighed and turned to her side. She brushed her hair hanging down her back over one shoulder across her front. Calvin slowly rubbed his hands together, warming them. 

Elsa stared out across to the boxes on the floor. Even before he touched her, she could feel the heat emanating from his hands. When he finally did place his hands on the back of her neck, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. He started by pressing gently but firmly with his finger tips against the skin exposed just above the collar of her shirt. When he wrapped his hands around the back of her neck, he worked his thumbs into her trapezius muscles. The warmth in his hands coursed through Elsa. Her head lowered forward.

The feeling was familiar to her. Calvin had offered her his neck rub services several times before, usually after playing some sports in the parks with the others. He always managed to find the right spot that was nagging her and to work out all the knots along her neck. 

She couldn't see the concentration in his face but his hands spoke volumes. He would massage a particularly strained spot and she would coo a long, breathy sigh. A satisfied smile shaped onto her red lips.

"Mmm. Feels good," she whispered, "I'll consider this my housewarming gift."

Calvin said nothing. He continued to rub and massage with more firm presses of his fingers and rolls of his palm. The heat from his hands was beginning to make Elsa feel warm under her collar despite the air-conditioning. He pressed harder, her body gently rocking back and forth as he kneaded her muscles. The smile faded from her lips, and her brows slowly began to knit over her closed eyes. This particular massage felt different from the others.

He was leaning close to her. She could smell the sweet aroma of the soap he had washed with mingling with his body's own natural scent. His hand worked with a continuous resolve, the heat and pressure intensifying. Elsa's breathing swelled. He was touching her on the surface, but his efforts were going deep into her muscles. Her mouth slipped open. Despite herself, she loosed a soft moan.

In the silence of the apartment, Calvin continued to massage her. He could tell how soft and smooth her skin was even through her t-shirt. She licked her drying lips before chewing softly on the bottom lip. This was definitely different from the other neck rubs he had given her. His hands went lower, below her neck to her back. It felt so good but deep in her gut, she was beginning to tremble. She tried to open her eyes, but somehow, her smooth lids lifted only slightly before dreamily and heavily falling shut again. Her body swayed more noticeably now as he massaged her more deeply.

"Ca-Cal..." she gasped the sound out. 

He didn't hear her. His brow was angled downward over his narrowed brown eyes. His fingers probed along her back, feeling for sensitive and tight spots.

Elsa's body was tingling, it felt like her skin was burning at his touch. But it was tender, passionate, and undeniably arousing. Gasping. she finally strained her eyes open and she craned her neck around to look at the man seated behind her. She barely caught a glimpse of his stoic, focused demeanour just as Calvin pressed his palm hard and deep against her back. 

A surging wave shot through her, like a fire burning from her very core. Her eyes widened and looked up at the ceiling. Her back arched into a bow as her mouth gaped open as she gasped in shock, "Ahhh-UHHH!"

The electricity bolted through her, right to her finger tips. A sudden quick pulse of pain immediately became a wave of soothing relief. Every fibre in her was tingling. The release she felt was amazing. Just as quickly it flowed out of her. Blinking and gasping quick breaths, her body completely relaxed and she slumped backwards, lying across the man. Her hair dropped and splayed over his lap.

She looked up at him glassy-eyed, a quivering smile on her lips. He met her gaze with dark seductive eyes. She didn't move as he gently brushed his fingertips across her cheek. They were still so warm. 

"Calvin," her voice was soft but strained as she spoke his name. Even as he lowered his dark handsome face towards her, she wasn't able to assimilate what she was feeling at the moment. The emotions were intense and confusing and her body was still recovering from the deep massage.

"Shh," Calvin hushed. His wide pinkish-brown lips came closer. They parted slightly as he pressed them against the young woman's mouth.

His hand held fast at her cheek, but she hadn't thought of turning her head anyway. The immediate smell of the beer on his breath was quickly dispelled as his lips touched hers. It was an impossibly tender kiss, his lips enveloping hers. Calvin had been waiting for a long time for this moment, he felt no urge to rush it. Elsa seemed to have no urge to stop it.

Like his hands moments before, his strong, warm lips massaged hers, working them apart, wide enough to slip his long slick tongue into her moist mouth. It was silent in the room, silent enough to hear the long drawn out breaths from their noses, their quiet gasps, and the wet kisses of their lips and entwining tongues. 

"Calvin," Elsa groaned softly as their mouths parted momentarily. He quickly plunged his nimble tongue back down into her gaping mouth silencing her words. 

Her hand held onto his tight bicep as he moved his arm. His hand slid down from her face, caressed her soft neck and then went down further and cupped her breast through her shirt and bra. He gave her a firm squeeze. Elsa moaned into his mouth. His adept hand continued to linger at her breast for a few moments longer before continuing their downward exploration of her body. He could feel her belly tremble at his touch from beneath her shirt. He lifted her shirt above her stomach and ran his thumb along the rim of her belly button as his hand slid back and forth across the so soft flesh. Still his hand moved down. It worked at the button of her shorts. 

By now, Elsa had wrapped arms around the back of Calvin's neck. She swallowed the saliva that had built up from their dancing tongues. But now she was also fully aware of what his hand was doing. Images raced through her head, all very vivid pictures of where this was going. 

When she heard the soft pop of the button on her shorts, she was snapped back rudely to the reality of the moment. 

"Cal," she gasped. She felt his hand quickly pulling at her zipper fly. She frowned and spoke more clearly, "Calvin!"

"Shh," he repeated trying to soothe her, kissing her neck.

"Calvin...wait. Stop," her voice was pained but firm. 

His fingers had just pulled down her fly when he heard her. He lifted his head and looked at her. 

"Please, stop," she said softly. 

He gazed at her, looking at her earnest expression. Elsa managed to pull herself up from his lap. She stared at the floor as she adjusted her shirt and did up her shorts. Her hair fell across the side of her face, blinding her to the man seated beside her. She wasn't sure if she could face him.

"I-I'm sorry, Calvin," she said, her cheeks flushed red. She rubbed her fingertips across her mouth, the sensation of his lips on her still burning in her mind. 

She felt him pull the hair away from the side of her face. Finally she looked at him apologetically. She didn't see any frustration or anger in the dark features of his face. It was just as gently handsome as it ever was. 

He smiled, shook his head and said in a low, deep voice, "No sweat, Elsa. Sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you."

Feeling slightly relieved, she managed a crooked smile and spoke a bit more clearly with a sigh, "It's been a long day, I think."

Still brushing her silky hair with his fingers, he added, "Not thinking straight, huh?" 

"Definitely," she said with an accentuated nod.. They didn't address directly what had just happened between them. 

"I'll get going then," he said after a moment.

"Oh. Yeah well," she said as she watched him stand up, "Thanks. Thanks again so much for your help today. I couldn't have done this without you."

He nodded and shuffled over to the foyer to put on his shoes. He said, "Let me know when the first party is." 

"For sure. We'll blow the top off of this place, and all the apartments above me!" She spoke cheerfully but her voice was laced with touches of weariness and unease.

She held the door open as he stepped into the hallway. He turned around and said, "Have a good first sleep in your new digs."

Elsa smiled, "Probably will."

Calvin motioned to leave. He saw her brow arch upwards as he hesitated then said, "Elsa, don't sweat what happened just now. It's not gonna be a thing between us, right?"

Her smile softened a touch but she shook her head quickly, "It's not a problem, Cal. Good night."

He waved then turned and walked away, disappearing around the hallway corner.

Elsa closed the door and shuffled aimlessly back into the living room. She stood amongst the maze of boxes but didn't really pay much attention to them. She saw the ghost images of the two people who had been on the sofa a few minutes ago. Their intensifying passion had been abruptly cut off. The young woman wondered how the moment would have played out if she hadn't stopped it. Before that indelible image of the two of them was imprinted on her mind though, she sighed and shook her head clear of it. 

It was late but she felt that she needed to take a shower. **********

Calvin stared blankly at the changing floor numbers as the elevator descended from the 18th floor to the underground parking. He was mulling over in his head how calmly things had ended tonight. Usually when the brakes were hit on something moving so fast, there was usually some damage, some fall out. He definitely didn't try too hard to make things happen, stopping because Elsa simply asked him to. Usually he would at least try to convince the woman to continue.

But then again, the way it ended was kind of strange. It wasn't like Elsa stopped him in a fit of protest. It was more like a request. Almost as if she were letting him ultimately decide if he wanted to stop or not. 

He continued to think hard about this as he reached into his pocket for his car keys. Instead of his car keys though, he pulled out a single door key. He remembered that Elsa had given him a duplicate key for the day as they moved in and out of the apartment. 

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open to the parking lot. Calvin stared intently at the key. After a second he reached out and pushed the button for floor 18.

**********

Elsa's shower was quick. She preferred to do her thinking as she blow dried her long black hair in the bathroom mirror. As the drier blew hot air through her hair and brush and across her face she thought about the tall black man who had left her apartment about 20 minutes ago.

For almost 6 years she had known Calvin. Even with their friendly flirting and teasing throughout the years they never got themselves in a situation like that one on her sofa. It was remarkably intense and she wondered where that kind of passion had actually come from. 

Elsa frowned. Was it actually a mystery? Calvin was kind and funny. She said so often enough to her friends. His focus and determination when it came to various things was attractive. At the clubs, he always drew somebody's attention. He was a handsome man, with his clean shaven head, his wide but soft brown eyes, his full lips and defined cheek bones. And he had the toned body of a track and field athlete.

But there was always something there between them, she thought. A friendship so strong that things like hooking up or sleeping with each other would seem to belittle it. 

The frown on Elsa's face didn't fade. She switched off her hair drier. She thought intently about their friendship being bigger than having sex. Now she wasn't sure about that. 

Just why did they never get together?

Left with this question, Elsa buttoned up her oversized silken blue night shirt. Then she opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

The moment she turned off the bathroom light, she knew something was strange. It was pitch dark in her condo. She thought she had left the bedroom light on. There was also a noticeable change in the air. It was warmer and thicker. The air-conditioning was off. A soft "whooshing" sound filled the apartment. A window had been opened.

Before she reached back towards the bathroom light switch though, a bright light came on from the living room. Manoeuvring carefully through the boxes on the floor. As she entered the room, she squinted. At the other end of the room, a lamp had been switched on but the shade had been removed, a bright white light flooding towards her. 

Her heart raced as she glimpsed a silhouette of a man seated on a folded chair in front of the light. His back to the sliding door to her balcony, his smooth shaven head glistened before the bright light.




Making Moves



"Cal?" she gasped as her heart raced. 

The big man leaned back in his chair, the lamp casting light on his face. Calvin sat easily in his chair, a subtle, sharp smile on his face.

The young woman shifted uneasily on her spot, her bare legs shining. She cleared her throat and said, "Cal, what..."

She could see him shake his head. Elsa was frozen with uncertainty. She felt nervous and exposed. Her body trembled uneasily. Her gut twisted and ached.

None of it was enough to actually make her tell him to leave. She had asked him to stop before. For all of her confusion now, those couldn't find those same words this time.

Calvin watched the slender Chinese woman stand quietly before him. The slight auburn highlights in her air shone against the light. Even from across the room, he could see her shake softly and breath quickly.

"Anytime you're ready, Elsa," he said in his deep baritone voice.

She tilted her head slightly, unsure of what he meant. 

He breathed deeply, "Shake out your hair."

So that was what this was about: fulfilling a fantasy. 

She started to say, "Calvin..."

The man crossed his arms and sighed. He wasn't going anywhere. She knew that.

Her eyes were fixed on him for an eternity. Finally, only somewhat reluctantly, she tossed her hair left and right. Strands of black hair fell to the side and across her face, covering her left eye. She didn't brush it away though. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. 

Again she stood there silently, motionless. He was just as planted in his chair. He folded his hands together. 

The woman raised her hands to her shirt collar and slowly pushed the button through the hole. As each button was undone, making a soft 'pop' as it was released, her eyes flitted everywhere around the room, anywhere except to look at him. Thoughts of the scene on the sofa instantly rushed to her mind again. His smell and taste, the touch of his strong and warm hands all returned with vivid, urgent clarity. She was filled with the uneasy sense that she would be re-experiencing all of that and more very soon.

The last button gave way unceremoniously. The light material of her night shirt parted gently exposing a smooth unbroken line of flesh from her neck down between her breasts, past her belly to the lip of her white panties. Her hands dropped to her sides.

All the while Calvin just watched. Even though he looked calm and focused, inside his blood was raging. As she had undone each button, it was signalling to him that this wasn't going to end abruptly again. With each button, his passion for her intensified tenfold and his cock twitched to life quickly beneath his pants. He doubted he would be able to stop now even if she screamed for him to do so.

But she wasn't screaming. She said nothing, only the sound of her deep unsteady breaths filled the air as she watched him stand up finally and make his way towards her. His dark shadow loomed over her. He could see her breastbone rise and fall between the part in her shirt. He slipped his hands between the part in her shirt, wrapping them around her smooth waist. Her fine slender body was quivering beneath his touch.

Their eyes were set on one another. They knew 6 years of friendship was about to be put through a long, hot and rigorous test. This time the scene wouldn't be cut off. They no longer had to imagine what happened next. 

They were going to fill in the blanks.

Once more his face came close to hers. Her lips met his. This time he didn't have to work to get her mouth to open for him. Their lips folded open and closed over and over on one another quickly moistening them with a shiny gloss of one another's saliva. His slick, rough and nimble tongue collided with hers. The room was quickly filled with the sounds of their heavy panting and desperate gasps for air. Elsa inhaled deeply as she suckled on his tongue. The flowery smell of the soap on his body had faded. The temperature and humidity quickly rose in her apartment and soon her nose breathed in the heady rich and natural scent of Calvin.

The muscular man pulled the smaller woman close to him. He yanked at her shirt, exposing a bare shoulder and shimmering breast. He fondled her soft breast with hard and soft squeezes and gave the stiffening nipple a firm pinch eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. With his crotch pressed up against her, his swelling cock, from behind his pants, rubbed against her belly, announcing his intentions to her. Even through the restrictive material of his pants, she could feel the bulging intensity in his crotch.

Calvin bent down. He had a handful of Elsa's lovely tit in his palm as he sucked and licked hungrily at her nipple. He made loud and greedy slurping noises. Groaning, she raised her eyes to the ceiling, running a hand through her hair as she gasped for quick breaths of air. He covered one breast with his glistening saliva before moving over to do the same to the other. Elsa grew unsteady on her feet. Everything was moving at a rapid pace, as quickly as his tongue flicked up and down her straining nipple. And everything felt so good.

With a flip of his wrist, Calvin pushed her shirt off of her other shoulder. He let Elsa remove it from her body as he quickly undid the buttons of his shirt. She watched him as he took it off, the dark edges of his ripped body shifting in the glare of the bare light. As each moment passed, her heart raced faster and faster. The woman leaned forward. It was her turn to savour his bare ebony chest and dark black-hued nipples. She desperately used her teeth to nip at his tight flesh and she ran her tongue up and down his body as Calvin stood tall before her. He brushed her soft hair with his hand as he listened to her lustful gasps and felt her soft lips caress and envelope his nipples.

Elsa couldn't get enough of him. In the back of her mind she was still asking herself why this never happened earlier. It seemed to have built up for so long and now it was like a burst dam, relentless and uncontrollable. She was desperate to have this man inside of her.

She was at his belly when she felt him pull her up by the arm. They continued to kiss lustfully pressing their overheated bodies against one another. Her light-tan breasts mashed up against his hard dark brown body. Her hands moved down and rubbed along the crotch of his pants. She had no trouble finding his cock behind the material. It did surprise her how long and thick it actually felt. 

As they kissed endlessly, two strong hands slipped under her bum and lifted her up. Easily supporting the slender woman, he carried her to the bedroom. Both of their hands slapped for the light switch. A small night table lamp flicked on casting a dim glow through the small room. Her bed frame hadn't been assembled yet and the mattress and box spring were leaning up against the wall. Forgoing the box spring, Calvin simply shoved the mattress and it flopped to the carpeted floor with a dull thump. He immediately lowered Elsa onto it. As he did so, he held onto her panties and, as she dropped onto the bare mattress, he raised her hips and slid them down and off of her legs. Her nude body sank against the soft mattress.

Calvin kneeled on the mattress between her legs. She looked at him with longing in her eyes. For her, this couldn't be happening fast enough, the anticipation coursing through her body like a brush fire. For Calvin, he was enjoying every second. He leaned forward and they embraced in another long and intimate kissing session. Again she could feel his ever hardening piece press up against her through his pants. He slinked down her body, his lips kissing every inch of her as he moved. When he got to her belly he rolled back up onto his knees. With quick and firm motions, he lifted the woman's legs up, spread them, and draped them over his shoulders around his neck, hoisting her hips up.

Elsa gasped, her body hung over his giving the man a close up view of her tender snatch. Calvin held onto her thighs. Her breaths were rapid and unsteady as she felt him kiss around her inner thighs. She smelled sweet. He smiled knowing she would taste even sweeter. Calvin had often thought about what it would be like to sample the young woman like this.

He nuzzled his nose against the soft tangle of short black hairs around her snatch, pushing them apart. Then his long tongue licked slowly, languidly up the line of her slit. He tasted the moisture along her petals.

"Huuhhn," Elsa moaned. Her small dark eyes rolled up into her head as she blinked.

Up and down he dragged his tongue on her, each time applying slightly more and more pressure until her tender petals parted. He flicked his tongue and kissed his lips on her clit before sliding his tongue into her. 

Groaning unabated, Elsa strained and arched her back, raising her smooth belly upwards as she felt him move and wriggle his long tongue inside of her. He gasped and slurped lustfully against her tight snatch. All she could see was the top of his head bob back and forth as his face buried deeper into her.

He slipped a hand underneath. His index finger joined his tongue plunging into her tight, moist hole while he thumbed the outside of he anus.

Elsa writhed uncontrollably on the bed, her face twitching and distorting in unending ecstasy. Her soft, damp thighs brushed and pushed against the side of his head.

"Calvin," she groaned breathlessly.

Slowly, methodically his tongue and fingers worked inside of her tight, hot pink hole. His wide lips made love to her petals with unceasing firm wet kisses. 

Elsa angled and bucked her hips up sharply. Anchoring her legs over her shoulders, her body suddenly tensed stiff. Calvin shoved his tongue into her as far as he could, the temperature increasing the further he penetrated.

"Ah-Ahn! AHH-uuhhnn!" Elsa groaned.

A surge of liquid fire burned through her and spread along his tongue. It dribbled over his fingers, covering his hand with her clear juices. His lips were also quickly slicked to a glossy sheen. She was so sweet and warm. 

Her body relaxed, tired and spent, her hips easing from the high arch from moment ago. Her body hitched and shook. Calvin smiled as he dragged one last, long, satisfied lick of his tongue up the length of her snatch before lowering her tasty body off back onto the bed, her legs sliding limply off of his shoulders.

Her lower body was as damp and wet as his fingers and lips. Elsa was trying to regain her breath, to recover her energy, but Calvin wasn't going to give her much time to do so.

With a firm grip, he grabbed her forearms and pulled her back off from the mattress. They kneeled facing one another. The bigger man embraced her weak body close to his and he planted his mouth over hers. Elsa tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She had never done that before. The taste, the smell, the thought of doing so was enthralling. 

He broke this kiss and leaned back. His round brown eyes were set on her as he undid the button of his fly. Elsa looked down at his crotch, brushing the hair from her flushed face. Her eyes were dreamy. She subtly wet her lips.

With one hand now pulling his fly down, his free hand tucked under her chin and raised her face up to him. Their lips met again. He didn't know why, but he loved the feel of her tender warm lips against his. He couldn't stop kissing her. 

Elsa held her hands against his ripped stomach as he pushed his pants down to his knees. Their lips parted and Calvin looked into her eyes knowingly. Again her gaze moved downward and she looked at the bulge propping up his boxer shorts from underneath. As she watched him push down his underwear, her she breathed deeply. His piece slipped out and hung out straight, partially erect. It was even larger than she had thought from her brief glimpse in the shower and the feel of it against her belly. Her eyes fixed on it, she bent down towards his crotch.

Elsa wrapped her soft hand around his cock as best she could. It was dark and black, the long thick veined shaft ending at a large bulbous mushroom shaped-head. She felt Calvin stroke the hair on the back of her head. As she raised the tip up to her lips, he firmly pushed her head down. She opened her mouth and inhaled a deep breath of air. His cock followed immediately. 

Calvin watched as she stretched her mouth open wide to take him in. His pushed out his lower jaw with grim satisfaction as he entered her moist, gaping mouth. 

"Yeah, Elsa," he breathed out deeply, "That a girl."

Her eyes were closed but her brows frowned and raised in reaction to the feel of his thick hot shaft pushing into her mouth. Her teeth dragged along the soft foreskin and her tongue pushed up from underneath. He was immediately nudging the back of her throat.

"Mmm. Ummmm!" She hummed, her mouth filled by him.

She lifted her head back then sank it back down with a wet squelch. Up and down her mouth went over him, trying to find a rhythm but always unprepared for how big he was. She pulled off of him completely and tossed her hair back before pressing her tongue against his tip. Then she dragged it down his length, seemingly forever until she was down at his testicles. 

Calvin's hand had moved from the back of her head, rubbing down the smooth flesh of her back and reached over the firm rounds of her ass. His rough digits dragged between the sweaty crack of her buttocks and fingered her anus. Elsa gasped at his touch before hungrily sucking down on his cock again. She dribbled saliva all over it, her hand using the liquid to slick his cock up and down from the tip to the base. 

"Yeah. Yeeeahh!" The large man leaned back, raising his head up, his own breathing growing deeper. He sucked oxygen through his pursed lips as he continued to rub her back roughly.

As she felt him harden with each stroke of her mouth, her head bobbed more quickly up and down. She gasped and gulped and slurped, leaving a damp wet mess over his length and on her hands and around her mouth. She stretched her lips wide and jammed his tip against the back of her throat.

His cock was fully alive now, the skin stretched tight, the muscle hard and achingly erect. It hungered to savour another part of Elsa. 

Her mouth slid off of him as he pulled her up. Her jaw ached and hung open as she gasped for air. Her whole body shook with each breath. He held her face to his with his hands on the sides of her face. 

"Come on Elsa. Come on baby," he rasped at her, "You want this now, don't you? You want me to take you now, right girl?"

Her eyes drooped closed then opened. She was overwhelmed with anticipation. Without a word she simply nodded her head.

"Okay," he kissed her hard on the lips then repeated, "Okay."

He spun her light body around on her knees then pushed her forward. Kicking off his pants and underwear he wriggled in and kneeled behind her. She bent down on her knees and elbows. Her hands were on her face and pushing back her hair. Her eyes widened when she felt him slap his stiff rod against her the crack of her butt then drag it back and forth over her round shapely moons. She wriggled her hips at the feel of his cock.

Elsa's eager body tensed when she felt him wrap his hands around his waist and pull her close. The length of his cock dragged along her slit from underneath, the tip pushing up against her belly. God it was so warm and hard, she thought. He swayed his hips, continuing to tease her by rubbing his length along her opening, the large head of his tip, pushing at her petals but not pushing past.

Calvin smirked unevenly. He had wanted this for so long, wanted Elsa for so long. He had often fantasized about this moment in the 6 years that he had known her. Their relationship as friends always seemed to cool those thoughts before they became anything significant. Not anymore. Not now. 

With one, pointed thrust of his hips and a satisfied grunt, those thoughts instantly became moot forever.

"Ah-uhuhhn!" Elsa groaned softly.

His large dome pushed into her. His thick shaft pulled in the folds of her petals as if they were sucking him in. He pushed deep and smoothly into her wet tight snatch. The tenderness that was clenching around his cock was excruciatingly arousing and he closed his eyes and listed his head back, a stream of warm air blowing through a toothy grin on his mouth.

Elsa's mouth hung open as he pushed into her. "Ohhh!" she moaned as Calvin entered her from behind. He filled her completely. She felt his hardness deep down inside of her the temperature of his hot cock warming her from inside out. For her, too, any thoughts of stopping this had been swept from her mind the moment he thrust into her for the first time. 

Calvin held onto her smooth waist as he swiftly slid out then pushed back in. Within a minute he had worked up a rhythm, inches of a hot sinewy flesh slipping in and out of the woman with rapidly quickening thrusts of his hips. 

"Yeah! Yeah! Fuck, baby!" he called to her, "Your hole is so fucking tight!"

Calvin could think of few things more satisfying than watching his full pulsing length sink into her sensitive snatch, feeling her willing body clamp down on him.

"Oh! Oh! Uhn! Oh!" Elsa craned her head back to look up the man pushing into her from behind. The strain and ecstasy shower in her crossed brow and her gasping mouth. Calvin gave her a cheeky wink. Then he reached forward and wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. Thrusting even harder he shoved her face down against the mattress. 

Elsa pressed the side of her pink flushed face against the mattress. Single tears dripped from her glassy eyes. Her hips still raised high, her back curved downward at a painful angle. She ignored the discomfort, focusing on the hot, repeated penetrations within. He worked her like a large dark beast in heat taking all he could from her nubile light-fleshed body with deep, voracious strokes of hic cock.

It was so hot now in the condo, the two lovers dripping in pungent perspiration. Both tried desperately to slake the thirst in their increasingly dry throats. But they were no where near done. Not by a long shot.

Calvin grabbed her wrists and pulled on her arms like reigns. He jiggled his hips rapidly, watched her whole body quiver rapidly. Elsa, her face still flush against the mattress, grit her teeth and cried out a long rattling groan. 

His cock still deep inside of her, his large strong hands slid back around her waist, Calvin stood up. He kept Elsa bent over, but her face was off the mattress. She was on her hands and feet now, her arms and legs outstretched. Her damp hair fell across her glistening face. Now he took her from behind from the standing position.

"Uh-rrn! Ahrr-nn!" He grunted out deep growls as he tossed back his head. He paced his motions, sliding out his cock as far as he could without withdrawing then throwing his hips forward with one hard, singular thrust. He stayed deep inside of her like this for a few seconds before sliding out of her again. He repeated these lustful machinations. Elsa could feel his cock swell inside of her each time he did this. Just when she thought she could take anymore of it, Calvin resumed his rapid fire thrusts, pulling her against him, banging her hard.

"Ahhn Ahn! Ohmygod! Cal! Hahn! Hahn!" She cried out, her strained voice filling the room and spilling out the open windows of her apartment into the night. He shook her body roughly, her dangling tits shaking and circling endlessly. She was lifted onto her toes with each of his thrusts, almost stumbling forward a couple of times. But he held her tight and she balanced herself as long as she could.

The feeling of her tight pink hole yielding wantonly to his surging cock was incredible. As he felt the blood and fire pulse in his crotch, Calvin longed to see her face, to see her aching expressions as they fucked.




Making Moves



He finally stopped his motions and pulled Elsa upright. He slipped out of her. Her legs were a bit wobbly as was his. She turned around and they looked into one another's eyes. In the time that he knew Elsa, he never saw her as attractive or as arousing as she was now. Her fully blushed cheeks, watery narrow black eyes, gaping lips and her long dark strands of silky hair tossed seductively around her face confirmed to him that this was right. The two of the were right together all along. 

Elsa was not about to debate that fact either. She reached up with both hands to Calvin's dark handsome face and pulled him down for a sultry and languid kiss, her tongue aggressively probing past his lips. It was like she was discovering a new man, a complete stranger instead of a classmate or long-time pal. 

Whatever they meant to each other in the past, they were both committed to this moment now.

With no doubts or confusing thoughts impeding either one of them they eagerly resumed their passionate lovemaking. Again his strong hands and arms scooped her up under her fine bottom. She embraced him closely as he lifted her up and positioned his swollen cock against her hole. Carrying her on the mattress, he lowered her down slightly, just barely burying the dome of his cock past her raw petals. His strength and resilience held her aloft like that, his piece just inside of her. Elsa panted, squeezing the brow over her eyes and wriggling her hips trying to absorb him into her.

"Ca-Calvin," she breathed unsteadily.

With a slight grin he lowered her body and his steel hard shaft sank upwards into her tenderness once more.

"Ahnn," she moaned again.

On the center of the mattress he moved his hips like a stripper, his tight stomach muscles rolled with each upward gyration. He watched as her head tossed back and her breasts shook with each of his upward strokes. His thick black length worked with the precision and pace of a machine. Calvin was good. The fact that he had wanted to do this with Elsa for so long made him better. He was giving her his best.

"Ahn! Ahn! Uhn! Mmmm!" The young Chinese woman groaned and moaned her approval as she held his face and pressed her lips hard against his. Her hair covered both their faces. He savoured the damp and sweet smell of her long soft locks.

Calvin stepped forward on the mattress until Elsa felt the cool wall against her back. He took her hands in his and, with her legs around his waist and his crotch pinning her against the wall, stretched them up and out against the wall. They continued to kiss and breath into one another as his hips thrust forward hard and steady. He would withdraw, pulling her butt away from the wall and then drive in quickly pushing her back against it. The thin drywall shook loudly against their burgeoning passion as he slammed his crotch against hers. 

Calvin could feel the grip of Elsa's legs around his hips weakening. She wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. He brought his hands back down to support her under her butt and behind her back. Lowering himself back down to his knees on the mattress, she knelt over him, her legs spread wide over his thighs, her body still engulfing his throbbing piece down below. 

Reaching back with one hand to support himself as he leaned back, he brushed the hair from her face with the other. He saw the strained but so satisfied look in her small dark eyes and even a hint of a weary smile on her lips. He continued to roll his hips and stomach.

"So good, baby," he whispered to her with his smoky, sultry voice, "You're feeling so good."

Her smile grew but she lowered her head against his shoulder. As he worked her with a smooth rhythm of his hips and crotch, she teethed his tight, hard flesh, barely scratching his dark brown skin. 

Hard and fast. Slow and steady. Rhythmic or eclectic motions. He was doing it all to her. It all felt good. She never imagined how good he could actually feel. Everything he did hit the perfect chord within her.

Suddenly Calvin bucked his hips hard. Elsa's head tossed back and she gasped. Again and again he pushed into her with harder strokes of his cock. Both of them leaned back using both their arms to support themselves, coupling in the a V-position.

Calvin was reaching the bursting point. He had savoured her and guided her towards this moment for as long as it could last. But everything was building now to one point in his body and the pressure was excruciating. All of his sinewy muscles were almost spent and he was dripping sweat. With one last surge of energy he slid his legs out from under her and leaned her back onto the bed. Still inside of her, he kneeled between her legs, then he lifted them up and held them upright to one side against his shoulders.

Elsa's eyes were shut but she felt him do all this without ever withdrawing, without stopping his steady strokes into her. He held her ankles, always rocking her hard. 

Finally he lowered her legs to one side and he lay down behind her. Both on their sides, their bodies melded and curved perfectly into one another. One hand slid under her and clutched at her tits, holding her close to his body. The other slipped down to her crotch, feeling his staff as it glided freely into her. He rubbed her petals and teased her clit. 

Elsa was trembling now, her body in a states of over stimulation and ecstasy. Every thrust of his thick black cock was hitting its mark. His hands and fingers played with her body greedily yet passionately. Her body was so hot now and so tired. She turned her head upwards and back. Her mouth was met by his lips and tongue. 

"Nnn! Uhn! Uhn! Ahhh! Uhn!" She gasped, her throat raw and sore. She gulped his saliva. "Oh God! Calvin! Ahn!"

Calvin's face was also straining. He pressed his head against hers as he clutched her as close as he could. His thrusts were rough and unsteady now. He grinded his cock into her hole as far as he could. She took all of him. He was almost in shock. Her nubile body was taking all of him in. He could feel his tip push against her hilt. The two of them fit perfectly. 

"Ahhn! Ah-uhn! Elsa! Baby!" he groaned into her ear.

He shook his hips as rapidly as he could, going into her like a jack rabbit. He felt quick small spurts from his cock.

"Ah-ah-ahhhhh!" Elsa's voice vibrated as he shook her. She held her breath, grit her teeth then cried out, "AHHHHH-uuuuhnn!"

She came uncontrollably over his cock as he continued to push and pull in and out of her. She trembled and eked out high pitched gasps. Her liquids flowed out of her in a wave of warm ecstasy, covering his cock, and they ran clear down her butt and onto the mattress. 

Calvin was also holding his breath now. He grunted painfully, "Ah-uhn! I'm cumming Elsa! Huhn! Huhn! God-DAMN! I'm...Unnnn!"

He squeezed her tit tightly and buried his face against her shoulder. He growled then gasped loudly, "HurrRRRN-AHHHN! Hahn! Huhn! Huhn!"

Strands of rich liquid fire shot out of him like a cork blowing out from a bottle of champagne. His jism streamed out of him in a unending series of spurts as he released everything that had been building into Elsa. It was both a painful and a gratifying surge.

Elsa trembled and quaked, eyes blinking, mouth still gaping open. She could feel his overheated and swollen cock throb inside of her, knew that it was spewing forth its hot lustful spunk deep within. As he bucked against her ass, she closed her eyes, tried to steady her breaths, chewing her lower lip.

Calvin pulled out, a mix of fluids spilling out along with him and staining the mattress, He was still breathing quickly as he reached for his cock. It was sticky and glossy as he handled it. Elsa rolled onto her back as he stood up. The tall black man stood over her smaller, paler frame rubbing his cock. He stroked it rapidly with his hand before bending forward slightly. She watched him work his large staff, thinking of how it was probing deep within her just a few moments ago. Elsa flinched only slightly as he grunted and shot his final string of milky, sticky cum between her breasts and onto her neck. 

"Ah! Ahhh!" he gasped as he slunk down onto his knees, still straddling her over her belly. She watched with odd satisfaction as he dragged his hands back across his sweaty bald scalp, showing off his athletic ebony figure again. "So fucking good!" he exclaimed loudly.

Again, no argument from the young woman beneath him. Her body ached and was covered in a sheen of sweat, but she felt so very good. 

He leaned forward and looked at her as she smiled softly. She was incredibly beautiful. He grinned at her and said, "You were pretty fine too."

It took all of her strength but she mustered a lazy laugh from deep inside. Once again they kissed, holding their nude bodies close to one another. They could feel their heartbeats subside but they were still both very warm.

He rolled off of her and they nuzzled up to one another. Elsa looked up at him with her narrow and gentle eyes. She finally asked what had been on her mind for the entire night, "Why did we never do this before?" 

Despite all their teasing and flirtations in the past, this night would probably be considered going from 0 to 100 in a second. They had never come even close to doing anything like this before.

The large man shrugged, his dark facial features gently focused on her. He brushed her black hair back over her shoulder. 

"I guess we're just gonna to have to make up for all that time," he said. 

Her cheeks glowed as she flashed a sparkling smile, "I knew I bought this place for a reason!"

"Okay now THAT was my house warming present!"

Elsa giggled. Calvin leaned close and once again enjoyed the tender feel and sweet taste of her lips on his.

Moments ago, there were so many sounds of heated passion bouncing around the room, they seemed to be echoing from within the walls themselves. Now the walls were silent save for the intimate kisses of the couple on the mattress lying on the floor. But what the walls witnessed on Elsa's first night would resonate for a long time.

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Thanks for taking the time to read. Encouragement and criticism are always welcome. What do you think of a redux voyeur version of this story from the POV of the neighbours? It's something I'm plotting out now to see how and if it would work.



Making Movies



I married young, my high school sweetheart and I tied the knot at 22, having experienced only each other. This never seemed to bother my husband, he was infatuated by me, and seemed forever pleased with my appearance and my lovemaking.

I was not so satisfied however, and began wondering what sex with other men would be like. I had seen a few of my girlfriend's xxx rated videos, and some of the scenes intrigued me. No, they made me wet!

Unbeknown to my husband, I subscribed to one of the xxx mail order companies and began purchasing my own videos, and then spending long hours watching them as I masturbated with my vibrator on the couch. In particular my favourite video was one called, The Gang Bang Girl, showing a gorgeous blonde girl used and abused sexually b nineteen men. She was fucked in every hole, a thing I had never seen or tried before. I was also incredibly excited at the climax of the film, which showed all 19 guys wanking and cumming all over this blonde as she lay on the rug buzzing herself with a vibrator. In the end she orgasmed and was covered in litres of sperm, her body glistening from the liquid she had smeared all over tits, face and stomach...

I remember that night fucking my husband like a girl possessed. I'm sure he had no idea what had come over me, but he was too polite to say anything. After swallowing his sperm for only the third time since our marriage, I asked him to fuck me in the ass. 

He was incredulous, and said, "Are you sure that's what you want?" 

In answer I went to our bathroom and retrieved a bottle of baby oil, covering his dick liberally. I then squirted the nozzle of the bottle directly into my ass hole without saying a word, and put the bottle on the dresser. I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart without still saying anything, inviting my hubby into the unknown depths of my ass.

He shyly got behind me and pointed his dick at my butthole entrance, and pressed it into the orifice there. I felt it hurt like blazes as he thrust gently onwards. I grunted and growled like a dog, but urged him on until his whole dick was lodged inside my ass. I was in agony, until he eased it out and then slowly put it back in again. He repeated this three or four times and then suddenly he went wild!!! He rammed my ass ten or so times and then jammed it all the way in as he came, splitting me in two with pain and pleasure as his seed filled my hot virgin ass.

I knew I would want more of this, and went to sleep with a burning ring of fire reminding me of my newest adventure.

My best friend Kelly worked in the city as a receptionist, and invited me out with the girls the following Friday night. I knew most of her friends and so decided to go and have a good time. I wore a simple black dress and push up bra, with small black g-string knickers and stay up stockings over high heels. I looked elegant but sexy, without being garrish. I shouldn't have worried, because when we arrived at the club, I was the most conservatively dressed of our group!

The night went well and we enjoyed a lovely meal in the restaurant part of the club, before heading to the dance section, where things got out of hand. I remember dancing with Rachel and the other girls, and then a handsome younger guy came over and asked me to dance. Rachel jumped away and told me to have fun. We danced innocently until a slow number came on and he took me by the waist, pressing his groin to mine. I resisted momentarily, pushing him back, but he only tightened his grip, and so I relented and lay my cheek in his shoulder. His hands began a path down my back towards my ass, and I was becoming incredibly aroused. Here I was in a nightclub, married, and dancing with a young stud who was obviously younger than I, as his hands worked their way over my ass, feeling the lines of my g-string and stocking tops.

I was sopping before the song finished, his now semi-hard organ pushing against my stomach. 

"Can I get you a drink?" he whispered as the song finished. 

My throat was very dry, and so I said, "Yes please". 

He returned from the bar about five minutes later and offered me the drink, a flashy looking cocktail with an umbrella and a straw. 

"What's this?" I enquired. 

"Sexy girl's surprise" he replied, and clanked glasses with mine, saying, "cheers!". 

I drank the drink and it tasted wonderful. Again we danced and during this dance I began to feel dizzy...

The next thing I knew I awoke in a large waterbed, naked and covered in dry sticky stuff all over. Horrified, I realised I was in a strangers bed with cum all over my body!!!!!

My clothes were on the floor and so I gathered them up, put them on and ran out the door. I had no idea where I was, but found a phone booth and rang Rachel's number. 

She answered and I immediately screamed, "Rachel, I don't know where I am or what I've done, you have to help me!" 

"Calm down Dee" she said, "Look for a street sign and we'll take it from there".

An hour later as I sat on my couch drinking coffee with Rachel, I was glad that Steve had gone away on business that weekend. 

"I have no idea what happened after I had that cocktail" I said. 

"I saw you dancing all over that young guy and presumed you were having a great time" said Rachel, "so I left to go to the ladies and when I returned you and the guy were gone!" 

"Shit Rach, what have I done??? There was cum all over me when I woke up. What will Steve think?" 

"You're not going to tell him" said Rach, as cool as anything. "You have been married for five years and have never done anything remotely wrong until now, don't tell him and all will be fine."

I thanked Rachel for picking me up, saw her to the door, and then took a long bath, scrubbing every orifice and oiling my worn and tired body all over. I studied myself in the mirror and was shocked to notice that along with the burning sensation in my pussy and bottom, I had love bites all over my back, stomach, tits and legs. 

"My god, what did I do?" I thought as I stood there looking at my sorry body.

I knew I couldn't let Steve see me like this so I rang him on his mobile, saying I was going to visit Aunty Joan in the country as she was ill. I gathered up a few things and then headed out to drive the two hours to Joan's farm in the hills. My mother had died very young and Joan never asked too many questions. I stayed there until Wednesday morning, returning only after the marks had disappeared and I had spoken with Steve on the phone to explain Joan was ill and needed me (a lie!).

Steve had left for work when I arrived home, and there was a note on the fridge. 

"Hope Joan is well, look forward to this evening, will take you out to dinner so be dressed and ready at six-thirty. There is a parcel for you on the table, arrived yesterday. Love - Steve."

Excited about dinner, I was thinking about what I would wear when I remembered the parcel. I loved surprises and presumed it was a present from Steve, but noticed it was sent by mail in a typed addressed box. Very interesting I thought.

I opened the box and discovered an unmarked video tape, with nothing else inside it. Nervously I placed the tape in the player, and sat down on the couch to watch. Two hours later I pressed rewind with a sinking feeling in my stomach but an overwhelming wetness in my pussy. The video showed me performing sex acts with seven guys in the house I had woken up in that morning after the nightclub. I was stunned. The girl in the film couldn't have been me. She was insatiable, a slut! 

I called Rachel and told her to get over straight away. She didn't ask any questions. When she arrived she knew something was wrong. 

"Don't say a word - just watch" I told her and sat her down in the lounge, getting her a drink as the video whirred into action.

I was dancing to loud rock music on a coffee table in the middle of the room, and there were seven guys standing around watching and cheering me on. The guy I had danced with at the club approached me and whispered something in my ear. I shook my head and continued to dance, but leaving all my clothes on. Again the guy came over and whispered in my ear, and again I shook my head. This time though, he didn't accept no for an answer, and the video showed the terrible incident that followed.

Suddenly the guy grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down from the table, causing me to scream loudly and fall onto the floor. He grabbed my dress and tore it from my body, ruing the zipper and revealing my undergarments. He grabbed my push up bra and also tore that off, as I tried to fight him off. I was aware of the sinister intentions of the group now, but whatever was in my drink had obviously lessened my senses, and I was virtually helpless as the group of seven guys then raped me repeatedly throughout the rest of the video. At first I was pinned to the floor with guys holding down my arms and legs, as the guy I had danced with slapped my face and tore off my g-string, leaving my stockings and heels. Roughly he kissed me and it was obvious I was not responding, so he slapped me again. This time my tongue could be seen responding to his, all be it out of fear for my safety. He pulled down his trousers and roughly inserted his dick into me, raping me for the first of many times that night. He pumped in and out as the others held my arms and legs firm, and he suddenly jerked his head back, obviously cumming deep inside me.

He was quickly replaced by another guy who did likewise, but this one was not so rough. He began to fuck me with long slow strokes, and as I watched with Rachel, my thighs strangely began to quiver. He bent down and started sucking my nipples, my achilles heel, and I could see that on the screen I was getting aroused as well. This guys fucked me incredibly, never stopping for a moment, his dick slicing in and out in long deep strokes until it was clear that I was having a real climax! It must have been the added effect of the guys holding me down, because my whole body convulsed and bucked in an orgasm more intense than I had ever remembered experiencing.

The two guys holding my legs let go and I was dragged to the edge of the coffee table where my hands were tied under the table and my sopping pussy was exposed. The guy who had fucked me to orgasm reentered me doggy style and again began pumping. The sight of me tied down and my ass sticking up must have been to much for him, and he grunted deeply before planting his seed deep in my womb, the second load of cum I had taken that afternoon.

He was quickly replaced by another guy who was enormous, and on the screen my eyes popped out as I screamed to stop. 

"Stop you're too big for me, you'll tear me" I said, but my pleas only bought laughs and cheers of encouragement from the rest of the men. 

In order to silence me, a guy with a short but extremely fat dick jerked my head back by my hair and said, "Suck it bitch or I'll slap you hard!" 

I took him in my mouth and began sucking, the pain showing on my face as the big man entered me from behind. He was not gentle with me either, once the tip was in, he jammed it all the way in, and I spat out the dick in my mouth long enough to scream for my life. 

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrhhhhhh you're killing me you bastard!" I screamed, but again to no avail as I was slapped hard in the face and the dick was replaced in my mouth.

The guy with the big dick thankfully didn't last long, and soon filled my pussy with it's third load of the night, just before the man in my mouth pulled out and sprayed hot wet cum all over my face and hair, holding my head still by my hair as he grunted and squirted a huge load all over me.

There was a brief rest period as some of the men got drinks from the bar, until two came over and untied me. One of them had tattoos and looked really mean, and he stood me up to face him, untying my hands from the table. 

He kissed me deep and sensuously before asking me, "Ever been fucked in the ass pretty lady?". 

"Please no" I said, I have done everything you want, but don't fuck my ass". 

"Sorry Babe, but I AM going to fuck your ass, and if you're lucky you'll have another slide into your pussy as well." I turned to run, but in my drunken state merely tripped and fell onto the floor.

The rough guy jumped on top of me and rolled me onto my stomach, before tying my hands behind my back and roughly jerking my legs wide apart. The next act was disgusting, but as I sat in my chair watching the tape, my loins again erupted in fire. He spat a huge gob of saliva onto my asshole and then stuck a finger in slowly, greasing up my rear entrance, as another guys again stuffed my mouth with dick to silence me. I was screaming but only muffled squeaks were heard through the organ pulsing in my mouth.

The rough guy then spat again on his dick which didn't look too big, and aimed it at my puckered hole, before inserting it very slowly into the crevice. He started a slow rhythm of fucking, much to the squeals of delight of the other men, and then got right into it, ramming it in and out until his balls were slapping my clit on each descent. Incredibly, I could see on the screen that I was having another orgasm! In my private life I had NEVER had more than one orgasm in a night, and here I was, being pack raped by seven guys and having my ass fucked as another rammed my mouth, and I was cumming for the second time. The man fucking my ass groaned and bucked and filled my ass with his cum. 

He got off saying, "There you go boys, now she's ready for a sandwich". 

I screamed in protest but the guy in my mouth silenced me with a face full of cum as he climaxed in front of my face, jerking every last drop into my mouth, face and hair.

A young man of no more than twenty got down on the floor and my hands were untied. I was lifted onto him and his dick entered my ass, the second one within five minutes! I took a few minutes to accommodate him, but as I watched was surprised at the ease with which I was able to get all of his dick within my asshole. I could see that I was actually now enjoying myself, and I reached out on the screen to grab two cocks that were being stroked nearby, holing on to them firmly as I stroked their shafts. In front of me a guy with a long but skinny prick aimed it at my pussy, and I knew I was to have my first double penetration. I looked him in the eye and licked my lips, all fear now gone from my face. As he pressed it home my head snapped back and another dick entered my mouth, filling me to the brim with hot, hard man meat. I had a dick in my ass, another fucking my cunt, one sawing in and out of my mouth, and one in each hand. 

My face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure as the five men worked me to an incredible third orgasm. My bucking and moaning body dislodged the guys, and suddenly I was laying face up on the carpet with all seven guys standing around jerking their cocks at me. Within minutes the cum shower began and I was drenched from head to toe in cum, with guys spraying my face, tits, stomach and legs until I glistened with spunk. In a final act of slutty abandon, I stood up on my wobbily feet and rubbed the cum all over my body so I shone in the dim light, and sucked my fingers clean. The men roared approval and began dispersing.

The video snapped to a finish and I looked over tat Rachel. Her mouth was open and her jeans were undone, her hand had snaked its way inside and was rubbing her clitoris.

"Well?" I asked.

"That was the most incredibly erotic thing I have ever seen" she said. "Have you got that guys number?"



Making Movies



I've had a long and varied career in movies. I've written, produced and directed. Often all three on the same movie. My films could be described, at best, as B-movies, grindhouse fare. Women in prison movies, beach movies with mischievous dogs who grab bikini tops at every opportunity, nurse movies, coed student movies. Basically, anything that had at least 3 or 4 young women who lost their laundry at various points in the film. In one of my women in prison movies, my budget was so low, I saved money on wardrobe by having every woman, extras and listed actresses, go at least topless for the entire movie. I was well known for thinking of imaginative ways to introduce gratuitous nudity.

There was no shortage of young women coming out to California quite willing to strip down for a role, apparently in the belief that showing off their tits would eventually get them roles in A-list movies. I can't think of anyone who actually made it. Throughout the late 60s and into the 70s, there was a steady stream of attractive, naive young women who made 3 or 4 movies and then disappeared. Most were willing to peel off their tops because it was "part of character". I found that many knew that a willingness to get naked in front of the camera wasn't all that was required. A willingness to get naked for those funding and creating the movie was required as well. And once naked with those folks, a different sort of performance was required.

Nonetheless, the girls continued to appear in my office, believing that their tits would get them a role. They had some tough decisions to make, but many seemed comfortable with the process and recognized that they had assets other than acting talent that could get them the role. And, importantly, that their competition knew that as well. 

At one point, I linked up with a fat fuck named Fred. He wanted to get into the movie business. He had money, so I was willing to listen to him. I suspected that his primary motivation was plugging into the river of eager, willing, nubile, busty young women flowing through my office. In my defense, I actually wanted to make movies, but the limits of my talent and ambition had settled me into the grindhouse genre. Banging pretty, naive 20 year olds was second on my list of ambitions.

Fred had approached me, indicating that he was willing to fund a movie with me if he had final approval on script and hiring. I gave him a script that I had been developing on the insides of the movie industry. Something sleazy that ensured that the women would be placed in indelicate situations, would be required to get naked, grovel for jobs and provide lots of opportunities for simulated sex, gratuitous nudity and even humiliation. 

Fred loved it. It corresponded to the world that he wanted to enter. He wanted to make sleazy movies and he wanted to be part of the process of hiring young actresses. I doubt that he was getting any sex on his own, so using his money to get close to desperate young women was likely his plan to satisfy his urges. He was a disgusting creature, fat and without any charm whatsoever, so money was his only avenue to pussy.

We moved ahead with the project. A casting call went out and I went through the applications. I had some fun, some new poontang. There were a couple of newbies that I was sure that I could use on other projects so their initiation was more than just a session in my office on their knees. I invited them back to my home for a weekend as eye candy around the pool, and entertainment for me and my guests. The girls noticed that some semi-influential people were coming through my home, attending my parties and realized that they could take advantage of the opportunity to get noticed. Of course, that meant lying around the pool naked, ready for someone to take them aside for entertainment. The regulars in my movies knew the deal and appreciated when I invited them and were happy to offer up whatever was asked of them.

I included Fred in the hiring process and he seemed to enjoy himself. I interviewed the girls while he sat on the couch off the to side, sweating, slobbering on himself, mopping himself with a handkerchief, knowing that eventually I would talk the young lady out of her clothes and, if I thought she was a possibility, we would fuck her.

But, throughout this process, I was thinking that Fred's plan was not to make a movie. He just wanted to fuck young women who thought that if they let this fat fuck do what he wants, they'll become famous actresses. I worried that Fred was screwing with all of us, although only metaphorically with me.

The surprise in the applications was one for the lead female part from Joey H. She was well known in contemporary culture at the time. She'd built a career as a singer/dancer on TV but hadn't made it in movies. She really didn't have the acting talent and wasn't having much success. The advice she was getting at the time was to ramp up the sex kitten angle, do some Playboy shoots and do some nude scenes in movies. She had appeared a year or so previous in one of my movies with a brief topless scene. 

But, as much as the nudity was appreciated, she just didn't have the acting chops to establish an acting career. It was going to take a few more attempts for that to sink in, because as long as she was willing to get naked, she was probably going to get roles. She had name recognition and a fantastic body. Long, trim dancer's legs, a very slim waist and torso and large C-cup tits. She had perfected a pouty look that begged to be fucked.

I showed Joey's application to Fred and I thought that he was going to shoot his load right then. Turns out that he had had a raging hard-on for Joey for years. It didn't escape me that I could use this as leverage; if I could arrange an opportunity for Fred to fuck Joey, we could actually make this movie instead of just making empty promises to desperate women on the end of our cocks.

I called Joey's agent and talked about whether she was really interested in this movie. He was clear that she wanted it. My dick hardened at that. He recognized his position: There would have to be nudity and she knew that. His voice lowered, "We know that nudity in a role influences the casting process."

I appreciated the acknowledgement. In the last project that she did with me, the casting process included a couple of sessions in my office with her bent over my desk, as well as parties during the shoot. It was good to know that she was ready for that again, but she didn't know that there was going to be two of us. 

I didn't feel too bad about that. I'd been to many Hollywood parties and it wasn't unusual to see a name artist taking on a couple of guys. I was sure that Joey had been pig-roasted more than once. She could take two guys in the same day.

I made arrangements with the agent for Joey to come in for an interview and called Fred to give him the information. Even over the phone, I could hear the excitement in his voice. He was going to meet the celebrity that he had been slobbering over for years. And, if I could arrange it, he was going to fuck her, as well.

When Joey arrived at my office, she was loaded for bear. She was wearing a pair of knee high leather boots, fashionable at the time, tight shorts that highlighted her firm little ass, and a top that looked a size too small and ensured that it was obvious that she wasn't wearing bra. And, of course, she sported that ridiculous shag hairdo she was famous for. She bounced and jiggled into the room, stopped in front of my desk, cocked a hip, arched an eyebrow and gave me her pouty look. It looked like her nipples were about to poke holes in the fabric of her top.

Then, she noticed Fred sitting on the couch to the side. She started and straightened her back, obviously startled. For an instant, it looked like she was raising her arm to cover her tits. She looked at me with a questioning expression.

"Joey! Good to see you again, honey. Let me introduce you to Fred. He'll be bankrolling this movie. And, he wants final say on casting, so I've invited him to this meeting."

Joey was hesitant, and for good reason. Fat fuck Fred was a repellent sight. He was sweating profusely and couldn't hide his lust for Joey. His eyes were bulging from his pudgy cheeks, checking out Joey's ta-tas. And who wouldn't. The thin fabric of her top left little to the imagination, clearly defining the round shape of her tits, the size of her aureolae and the extension of her nipples. I wondered if she hadn't worn a jacket that she left in the anteroom. She would certainly have captured attention walking on city streets dressed like that.

Joey tentatively shook Fred's hand and retreated to the chair in front of my desk. Fred could only grunt out, "Yeah, yeah. Pleased to meet you. Yeah, yeah." Then, he mopped his forehead.

Joey and I talked about the role and the characterization that I had in mind. She sat across the desk from with those long, shapely legs crossed and tucked to the side. She kept her hands on the arms of the chair, so that I had a good look at her tits straining, I imagined, for release. Occasionally, she would glance over at Fred, obviously wondering about him.

I wasn't convinced from our conversation that she could handle a lead role. But, what the hell, I was making crap movies for horny teenagers, she was gorgeous and the prospective audience had all seen her on TV and probably jerked off to her many times. A movie with her might make some coin.

I got up from my chair and walked around my desk. I sat back on it directly in front of her.

"So, Joey. I assume that you have seen the script."

She nodded. Her tits bounced.

"So, you know that there is nudity."

She nodded again. Her tits bounced again.

"You know that your character gets naked."

She glanced at Fred. "I'm willing to do nudity."

"Good. We'd like to check out the actresses to be sure that they will suit the roles that we have in mind."

"But, I've done this with you before. You've seen me." There was just a slight hint of desperation in her voice.

"That's true. But, Fred hasn't." I nodded in his direction. I didn't want to actually look at him, because I imagined that at this point, he was probably slobbering on himself in anticipation, and I knew that we had not yet reached the point where she would give in to anything to get the job. With me, she was probably ready, given that I had boned her before. But, with that sweaty hog on the couch, more work was needed.

"So, why don't you stand up and give us a look."

She looked up at me, not sure about what I was asking her to do, perhaps hopeful that her clothes would stay on. She stood up.

"Good. Now, how do you think that this character will walk?"

She gave us a saunter across the office in front of my desk. She seemed aware that her tits were bouncing under her thin top, perhaps regretting her sartorial decision. However she wanted to represent her character, bouncing tits definitely limited the possibilities.

"Good. Now, as I said. You character will get naked in this movie. We'd like to have a look to see if you fit with the character we have in mind. Why don't you take off your top."

She looked at me as though I had played a bad joke on her. She glanced at Fred. I looked at him on the couch and it was not a pretty sight. His face was florid and sweaty, his excitement obvious. I was hoping that he wasn't going to fish out his wang and start masturbating on the spot.

"I'm not wearing a bra." Her voice was plaintive.

"I know. And your character won't be either."

Joey looked back at me and turned slightly so that Fred couldn't see her tits. She did the crossover maneuver with her arms to peel her top off. The fabric pulled her tits up and then released them so that they bounced and quivered as she pulled her top off her head. She dropped it into the chair beside her. I had forgotten how perfect her tits were. Large, round and very perky. Rose aureolae topped with small, sharp nipples.

"Very nice!" I put an arm around her bare shoulder. Then, with my other hand, I lifted a tit. She didn't react. She knew how this played out. Frankly, if fat fuck Fred hadn't been in the room, I wouldn't have had to ask her to display the sweater puppies. She'd have popped that top at the first opportunity and by this point would be on her knees smoking pole.

Gently, I turned her around so that she was facing Fred, still fondling a very full tit that almost spilled from my hand. 

"So, Fred. What do you think?"

Fred was almost incoherent. "Yeah, that's good. That's good. Yeah, yeah, that's good." Spittle sprayed from him, landing on his shirt. He had a hand in his crotch, massaging his package.

Joey slumped, an indication of her disgust with this guy. She was playing out the casting couch cliche and this guy wasn't going to allow her to keep her dignity.

But then, I suppose that I wasn't going to either. I wanted to get this movie funded. And, if that meant that Joey had to offer herself to fat fuck Fred, then that was what I was going to make happen.

I gave Fred a good view of Joey. I played with her tits, letting her know that I was in charge. Then, I placed a hand on her ass.

"Joey, your role has full nudity, back and front. Are you ready for that?"

She had been staring at a distant point up to now. She looked at me and, hesitantly, nodded.

I raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to show us?"

There is a certain point in this process when the girl makes the decision to continue or leave. I'm not sure of the details of the calculations but I assume it includes a thought about how badly they want the part and, perhaps, about whether they are so far into the process that to give up would mean having given up parts of themselves for nothing. I think that this was such a moment for Joey. She looked at fat fuck Fred playing with his nutsack, down at my hand fondling her tits, then back at me. She nodded.

She shifted again so that she wasn't facing Fred. I stepped back to give her some room. She pulled her shorts down and bent over to peel them off each go-go boot. I admired her wobbling tits.

She stood up and looked at me.

"I think that your panties have to go as well."

She bit her lip and nodded. The panties came down and she bent over to get them past her boots. Again, lots of jiggles.

Once again, I put an arm around her shoulder and gently turned her so that she was facing Fred. She left her arms at her side and let him take in the view. The big spherical tits topped with rosy nipples, the long shapely legs and the 70s bush cresting her labia. He was frantically squeezing his crotch. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her rolling her eyes.

"What do you think, Fred?" I bounced a tit.

"Yeah, yeah. It's good. It's good. Yeah, yeah." The guy was beside himself, slobbering over his chin, one hand obscenely active in his pants.

I gestured and then guided her to turn around to give him a view of her ass. I wondered if that would put him over the top.

"Bend over and give him a good look."

She sighed, placed her hands on her knees and bent over. Her tits swung out. I couldn't resist taking one in my hand while I patted her ass. 

"So, Fred. Is this what we want in the movie?"

"Yeah, yeah. Shit, yeah, yeah." That was the best that fat fuck Fred could come up with. He wasn't even trying to hide what he was doing in his pants. Now, he had two hands down there. I suppose one was for his balls, the other for his dick.

"Good girl, Joey. So, do you really want this role?"

She looked up at me, not quite clear where I was going. After all, she was naked. Yeah, she wanted the role.

"I'd like you to bend over the desk. You know: Give us a good view of that ass. And ... you know what what is next."

She looked over at Fred and back at me.

"Can't we wait? You know, until after he leaves?"

"Are you uncomfortable about him watching?"

She nodded. The tit in my hand quivered.

"Honey, you know how this works. The guys putting up the money want some appreciation. He'll watch us, but when we're finished, I'll watch you two."

Her face dropped as she digested what I said. She glanced at Fred. He was trying to control himself. He recognized the moment and was trying to present himself as someone that a gorgeous woman would agree to be fucked by. He wasn't succeeding.

She looked into my eyes. "Please, no."

I shrugged. "This is what we have to do to make movies. Bend over the desk."

She hesitated, but once again the calculations about how much she wanted the role and the fact that she was naked in front of two guys factored in. Her shoulders slumped. She sighed. Then, she walked to my desk and bent over, resting on her elbows, her tits hanging, her nipples just brushing the top of the desk, ready to take cock.

I walked to the desk and placed a hand on that perfect ass. With my other hand, I cradled a tit and tweaked her nipple erect. I ran my hand over her ass, enjoying the feeling of those tight gluts. Then, I slipped a finger down into her slit. When I reached her clit, she gave a little sigh. I massaged her clit until I could feel her getting moist. She was, probably involuntarily, rotating her hips and pushing her ass against my hand. Finally, I felt that she was ready.

I took my cock out of my pants. I could see her stiffen a little, knowing what was about to happen. She gave a little glance at Fred and then quickly stared straight ahead. As I entered her, I looked over at Fred. He had his dick out and was stroking it, getting ready for his turn.

I started out slow, with long firm strokes. At first, I held onto her hips, but the swaying tits caught my attention and I leaned forward to cup one, driving my cock further into her. I had forgotten that she gave out little squeaks timed with my thrusts. She began doing it as I pulled on her nipple. She was getting into it. We went on like this for at least 5 minutes. I thought about jamming my thumb in her ass, but decided against it. Anything I did, Fred might want to do and I didn't want to put her through that. There would be time for that later. I thought that I remembered a weekend on the last project when I put her through her paces and she took it every way I wanted.

I could tell that she was close and I moved to the short strokes. She spread her arms across the desk, mashing her tits against its surface and made her best fuck face. Her moans told me that an orgasm was spreading through her. I fucked her slowly though it as her cunt spasmed on my dick.

When she finished, I withdrew. She looked back at me, wondering what I was doing. I helped her up off the desk.

"Finish me off in your mouth."

The look on her face signaled that she really didn't want to do that in front of Fred. But, hell, it was unlikely that it would be the first time she had blown someone with others in the room.

I put my hands on her shoulders.

"Down you go."

She dropped to her knees and maneuvered herself so the Fred couldn't see her. She took my dick in her hand and fed it into her mouth, that beautiful pouty mouth. I could feel her tongue worming over the head of my cock. Then, she began pistoning up and down the shaft, stopping occasionally to hold my knob in her lips and suck. She used her free hand to cup my balls and roll them in her palm. If Fred wasn't in the room, she'd be enjoying herself.

I put my hand on the back of her head to let her know that I was close. I toyed with the idea of a passive orgasm, letting her do the work and waiting for it to happen. But, that mouth was made for fucking, so I began to do just that, rocking my hips, driving my dick in and out of her mouth. She knew what was coming and dropped her hands to her lap, letting me use her mouth. I could hear the breath snorting out her nose. She was making her little squeaks again as I thrust in and out.




Making Movies



When I came, she reached up to hold my hips, concentrating on swallowing my load. She was almost out of breath and her tits were rising and falling. Absolutely delicious sight. She swallowed the entire load without choking and when I finished spurting into her mouth, she held me in her mouth sucking gently.

"Clean me off real good, honey."

She obeyed, sliding up and down my dick. When she took it out of her mouth, she ran her tongue over my knob, licking up any residual jizm. When she finished, I gave her a hand to help her back to her feet.

"Now, bend over for Fred."

She looked at me plaintively, but she had no choice. Fred was on his feet, cock in hand, his big gut wobbling as he waddled over to us. She shuddered at the look of him, then leaned over the to give us a great view of that taut ass, her thigh muscles tight, her twat winking at us under her ass cheeks. As I got my package back in my pants, Fred somehow adjusted that fat gut and penetrated her.

As he entered her, she grunted and I heard her whisper, "Oh God." She stared straight ahead with an expression that she would rather be anywhere else but bent over that desk.

Mercifully, it didn't look like fat fuck Fred was going to last long. Stroking himself off while watching me bone her had him very excited — plus he was boning Joey fucking H.! — and he went right to the short strokes. I was watching her tits bounce every time he slammed into her. Her ass cheeks quivered on every thrust. No squeaking sounds from her this time, no fuck face. Just clenched teeth and the occasional grunt when Fred gave a particularly violent thrust. 

Ordinarily, I might have walked around to the other side of the desk to put my cock in her mouth, just to see if I get hard again so soon. But, given that she was having to deal with Fred, I decided to give her a break. 

Fred lasted a minute or so. As he came, he planted his hands on the desk and leaned forward. I imagined that he was driving his rod deeper into her and the look on her face seemed to confirm that. That big fat gut spread out on her back and was probably crushing her. Finally, he pulled out and stood up. Joey stood up, dazed. Her trademark shag hairdo mussed. Immediately, Fred had his hands all over her, pawing at her tits, patting her ass.

I let him play for a few seconds, then pulled Joey over to the chair where her clothes lay. I nodded at them and could see only gratitude in her face. I thought that she might drop down and blow me again in appreciation. She badly wanted to get away from fat fuck Fred.

"So, Joey. I'll be in contact with your agent. We'll put together a contract. I expect that filming will start in 8 weeks, but we'll want to do table readings in 3 or 4 weeks."

As she dressed, she gave me her full attention, grateful that she didn't have to look at Fred. I could see that he was getting his pants back on and shirt tucked in. Not a pleasant sight as he wrangled that mound of fat into his pants and tucked his shirt in around it.

Joey finished dressing and looked at me in anticipation, obviously wondering what was next. I put an arm around her waist and escorted her to the door, explaining how the contract would be structured. She was nodding her head as though she comprehended what I was saying, but I think that she was still dazed from the double boning.

When we reached the door, I slipped both hands up her top to cup her tits, pushing her top up and off them in the process. Instead of any kind of resistance, she leaned back into me.

"So, Joey. I'm having a couple of the other girls on this project over to my place tonight. Can you join us? It'll give you an opportunity to get to know the girls you'll be working with."

Of course, it would also give me the opportunity to bone three very attractive women. Joey was familiar with the process. She knew to bring an overnight bag.

A moment of hesitation. I gave her tits a little squeeze. She nodded and whispered, "Yes."

I tweaked her nipples. "You were good." She gave me an appreciative look, grateful for acknowledging what she had done to get the job. I gave her tits another squeeze and let go. We both looked down at those beautiful orbs poking out from under her top bunched up around her neck.

She looked back to me. "Are we finished?"

I patted her on the ass. "I'll see you tonight."

She wrestled her tits back into her flimsy top. I held the door open for her and smiled at her as she left. I was thinking that if the other girls watched the lead actress take it in the ass, it would impress on them what was necessary to succeed in this business.