Brian and Robyn continue North.
by WirdSmiff Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Brian is on his way to Scotland to see White Tailed Eagles. While still not far from home he picked up Robyn, every red blooded man’s best possible dream girl.
“If we stop about 5:30, that be OK?”
“You’re driving, I’m happy to stop when you are.”
“OK navigator, you’ve got the map and the site guides are in the glove box. Somewhere you fancy between 4:30 and 6:00. It’s dual carriageway to Oxford so about a couple of hours if the traffic behaves. Somewhere an hour or so after Oxford. You’re in charge Ms. Scout.”
It was a delightful drive with periods of contemplative silence interspersed with navigational instructions and observations. I realised why I missed using maps for navigation as soon as she told me ‘the Ridgeway Path’ runs across just here and much later on ‘that’s the River Glyme’. You don’t get that kind of stuff on a Sat-Nav. We pulled into the car-park of a pub on the Stour a bit after 5 and not very far off route. It was perfect, a small section at the bottom of the car-park set aside for camper vans had electric hook-ups, a fresh water supply and grey water disposal. Willows lined the river bank.
“This do?”
“Looks absolutely perfect,” I replied with a smile.
“Mind if I have a shower?”
“Not at all. I’ll go and tell the Landlord we’re here then I’ll go after you. Is 7 too early to eat?”
“Sounds good. I could wait and we can shower together,” she grinned.
“Or I could rustle up some coffee and make the bed. We could try it for size for a while?” I leered dirtily.
“Be as quick as I can!”
We sat in the swivelled Captains chairs facing into the habitation end and supping our mugs of coffee. The silver screens were up and the blinds down. It was warm, cosy and we were both naked.
“Did you mind me blowing you with that guy watching?” she asked tentatively.
“Hey! I’m a porn star remember? Used to a full production crew being present,” I laughed, “quite enjoyed it actually especially after seeing his little weaner, probably wouldn’t have reached the back of your mouth much less filled your throat… y'know you did take a hell of a lot for someone who’d not had a cock that size before. I’m very impressed.”
“I’ve not had a cock that size anywhere near me until today but that hasn’t stopped me practicing with suitable dildos, just in case I met you.
There’s two things I think you should know about me; I love sex, addicted to it, in all its forms. It’s a hobby. I don’t think I’m a nympho, like I don’t shag just anything with a cock but, given the right persuasion, I could change my mind. I’ve enjoyed group sex and have no problem with having an audience as I said and have probably proved. I love the taste of spunk in my mouth and the feel of spunk on my body, as I believe I’ve also demonstrated. I don’t think I’ve got any hang-ups. If I have I haven’t discovered them yet. I haven’t found anything I dislike. I wouldn’t want to be arrested for indecent behaviour in a public place but…”
By this point I was grinning like the cat that had just been dumped in a dairy and been told I had to have fresh, double cream every day for the rest of my life.
“And the second thing?” I prompted.
“You’re not worried? It doesn’t shock you?”
I pointed at my rock hard cock pressed firmly up against my flat belly.
“Ask him and kindly explain to him why you’ve been hiding from us all my life.”
Without taking her eyes off me she somehow drained her mug, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, slide out of her seat and got between my parted knees.
Robyn glanced down. Her mouth split in a wide, filthy grin and her eyes sparkled with delight.
“Shit! That’s big.”
She tried to lift it away from my belly and found it difficult.
“Fuck! That’s hard!”
“But it’s still not 10 inches,” I replied chuckling at her delight.
“You sure? I’ve got a 10 inch dildo at home and it looks very similar to your cock in every respect except colour. Got a measuring stick handy?”
“Nope! I was always told that it ain’t what you’ve got but the way that you use it.”
“Ohh yeah! But first let me put this beautiful beast,” she waggled my cock eagerly, “straight on a couple of matters.”
She slid her hand under my ball sac and lifted them, seemingly assessing their weight. She rolled my testicles around in the palm of her hand and smiled sweetly at me.
“Y'know, I always wondered if balls weigh a lot less after they’ve been emptied. Maybe I’ll know for sure, one way or the other, soon.”
Dipping her head she sucked one ball into her mouth and moved it around inside, with her tongue. She popped it out with a loud ‘pop’.
“Do you think they expand when they’re full of spunk and contract when they’ve been emptied? I’ll have to check that out as well,” she declared before sucking my second ball into her glorious mouth.
After encouraging it to explore her mouth for a few moments she popped it out and ran her tongue over and all around my heavy balls. Pressing her nose hard against the root of my cock she lapped at my balls hungrily.
“Don’t get too comfortable spunky cum, I’m cumin to get yoooou,” she giggled.
She worked her nose up the length of my cock dragging her tongue behind it. Heaving my stiffness away from my belly she continued until the tip of her nose was pressed into my eye-of-cock. Her tongue tip circled the throbbing head.
“Fuck! You’re a big, beautiful bastard!” she murmured adoringly, “and I need you to know that I haven’t been hiding from you. I’ve been searching diligently for you since I first felt a cock slide into my cunt and drench the walls with its seed. I’ve not left one cock un-sucked. Not left one cock un-fucked. Not left one ball un-drained in my constant search to find your magnificence.
#Baby, now that I’ve found you I won’t let you go, I build my world around you I need you so…#”
Robyn sang softly and beautifully.
Popping my cock head into her mouth she sucked enthusiastically.
“Ummm,” she sighed Popping it back out, “now I need you to do something for me you beautiful big, fat, hard cock. I need you to tell your cruel, heartless master that it is time for him to fuck me.
I need you to coax him, cajole him, entreat and beseech him. Entice and inveigle him. Beg and beguile him. Anything and every thing to encourage him to take me to his bed, lay upon his back and allow me to straddle him. I need to feel your big, beautiful cock-head pushing against the portal of my love cave, stretching me, tearing me if necessary as I force myself down on your rampant hardness. I need to feel your fat, heavily veined, exciting shaft forcing its way up my love tunnel filling it to capacity. I need to feel your beautiful, purple cock-head pounding hard against my womb, pummeling and bruising me. I really need to feel your balls contracting and pumping your delicious love honey into my cunt, spraying the walls, softening the feeling of the exquisite pain and pleasure you will have given me so that I may quickly recover sufficient to take more and more and… Will you do that for me my glorious cock? Will you help me become the happiest woman on earth? If you will then I’ll love you, for ever and ever.”
She sucked my cock-head greedily into her mouth, ran her tongue around it and popped it out noisily. She looked at me and smiled wickedly.
“That do?” she giggled delightedly, “can I now ride this beautiful cock, pretty please?”
I laid on the bed as directed, she straddled my hips, towering above me. I looked up her delicious naked body from the different perspective. She was fit, extremely fit. I won’t say she had a hard six pack because you might think she was a muscle bound gorilla. What she did have was a totally flat belly with strong indications that with very little effort at all she would have a 6 pack, a very impressive one. Her breasts, from beneath formed a perfect overhang and simply begged to be fondled, stroked and caressed lovingly, the nipples stood proudly to attention above the deeply puckered areola. They needed to be in my mouth, if not for her benefit then certainly mine. My eyes reached hers, she was smiling happily.
“Will it do?” she asked playfully.
“Do?” I chuckled, “I’ve seen a lot of naked women in my time but I promise you I’ve only ever seen one with a body like yours. It’s just too perfect for words and with your happy, smiling face and sparkling eyes I’m not at all sure I haven’t died and gone to… wherever dirty old men go,” I laughed. Do? Yep! You’ll do for as long as you’ll have me.“
“Flattery will get you everything,” she giggled delightedly, “I’ll write a good review for Amazon then.”
“Amazon? You purchased that glorious body online?”
“No silly, It’s a women only gym and fitness centre. I was walking down the back streets one wet afternoon and saw a bigger than life-size photo of a woman with a body to die for wearing a very tight, high cut leotard, almost obscenely brief. I decided I wanted a body like that and signed up on the spot.”
“And now you are that poster girl, I’ll bet!”
“Well… they did ask.” she replied lowering her eyes from mine.
“Tell me that you said 'YES PLEASE!’, please.”
“You really wouldn’t mind?”
“Mind? Nope, I’d be absolutely delighted. Me? Dating a fitness gym poster girl? What’s to mind about that? I’d be chuffed to bits and proud of you. Don’t mind me thinking of us 'dating’ do you?”
“Dating? That would be a new experience. Not even Christopher asked to 'date’ me. Does it involve counting my annual rings or something?” she chortled delightedly, “no, wouldn’t mind at all, a 92 day and night date. Sounds perfect. I’d like that. Now, if you don’t mind I’ve important business that requires urgent attention.”
She grinned, took a firm grip of my rigid cock and heaved it lovingly to the near vertical. Brushing my cock-head back and forth between the already swollen lips of her cunt she looked directly at me.
“Wish me luck,” she giggled, “and don’t worry if I make lots of noise, I tend to be a bit noisy when I’m having a good time.”
She closed her eyes and working by touch alone found exactly the spot she needed before teasing herself and me to get our juices flowing and intermingling.
“I’m going in,” she warned like every TV cop in every TV Cop show you’ve ever seen, “cover me… with pre-cum.”
She lowered herself gingerly and let out a long, slow sheesh noise. She paused, returned to her starting position and went again without pause. She smiled happily and went again, three more times. Each time I could feel the tightness of her cunt fighting back against my attacking cock-head and each time she backed off and went again. I was in! Well my cock-head was. I could feel the entrance to her cunt firmly gripping my cock just below the glans.
“Shit, Lover! You’ve got a big, glorious cock here. Way bigger than my dildo.”
“When you use your dildo you work up to it, you’ve gone for my cock cold. You’ll get used to it.”
“Ooh I do hope not,” she chuckled.
After a short rest she started to raise and lower herself in short, sharp movements getting her cunt entrance used to having my meat stretching it open while the action covered my cock with our combined juices. Little by little she took more and more of my length, always backing off before going a just a little bit deeper. I remained totally still, watching her lithe, beautiful body twist and contort, in awe. Fuck she was a beautiful creature! She was noisy, incredibly noisy and I didn’t give a fig for it. If, sometime later I climbed out of the van with her on my arm and people looked at me knowingly I’d just smile sweetly and give her a big, grateful kiss.
“Lover?”
“Sorry I was so focussed on your delicious naked body and what it was doing to me I was in a trance…”
She laughed.
“As long as you weren’t dead,” she giggled again, “massage my data, please.”
She placed my big hands firmly on her glorious tits. I stroked obligingly.
“Harder!” she instructed without missing a beat of her trotting action on my cock.
I squeezed, firmly. Her head went back, she shuddered from head to cunt then trembled. I squeezed again, harder. She grunted and bounced a little higher and faster. With the next hard squeeze I felt my cock-head press against the bottom of her womb.
“Fuck yes!”
I started to help her rise and fall. As each downward thrust brought my cock-head hard against her womb wall she panted, urgently;
“Harder, faster,” followed by an almost pleading “You anywhere near shooting your load Lover?”
“No, Sweetheart. This one’s for you, don’t wait for me I’ll fill you later, promise.”
I don’t know if it was the release from not having to delay herself until I was ready to cum or the promise of a cunt full of spunk later pushed her over the edge but suddenly it all started happening. She screamed her delight so wonderfully somebody must have heard. That made me very happy. She started to tremble gently then exploded into a paroxysm of joyous sobbing. I supported her with a very firm hold on her heaving data while she returned to earth.
“Was I too noisy?”
She wasn’t even out of breath!
“No, not at all. Quite restrained actually.”
She grinned down at me.
“Liar!” she accused, “mind if I don’t climb off just yet? I just feel so wonderfully full. My cunt hole feels stretched to the limit. My tunnel walls feel as if they will burst any moment and my womb is feeling all warm and tingly. These are all new feelings to me.”
“Stay as long as you wish, the view I have is the best in the world. I’d love a photo to remind me.”
“You’ll get used to it. Heard that recently, anywhere?” she smirked.
“Ooh I do hope not,” I laughed.
She wriggled her bum invitingly.
“Have I got all of it?”
I looked down across my belly to where her cunt was impaled on my cock.
“Not quite.”
Reaching down between her legs she used her fingers to estimate the gap between her cunt and the root of my cock and held them up, inspecting them closely.
“That’s not 'not quite’ that’s almost 30mm!” she exclaimed, “could you… would you…?”
“If you’re trying to ask me to 'shove it home’ the answer is no. We’ve plenty of time and there’s no need to take it all first or even tenth time.”
“Tenth time? So later tonight then?” she giggled happily and flopped down onto my chest with her arms either side of my head. She wriggled her bum again and my cock responded instantly.
“You want some more? You hard cocked sexy Porn Star, retired but don’t tell anybody.”
“I’ve never been known to turn down a needy cunt and I’m not about to start now,” I replied lewdly.
“Good coz I’m not about to let you. Now get your big hands back on my data. Take a firm hold and push me up again. I’m gonna take my arms off the bed and you’re doing all the work until I’m properly upright.”
My kind of push ups! I was tempted to 'struggle’ but instead did a 'gimme 6 buster!’ and raised and lowered her comfortably.
“Show off,” she chuckled, “never mind massaging my data. How about some good, old fashioned data mining? Grab a handful and let me know about it.”
I didn’t question it but took a good solid handful in each hand and massaged them very firmly with my fingers digging deep into her soft flesh. Her eyes closed, her head went back and she started to move up and down on my solid cock.
“Lift me!”
I lifted.
“Drop me!”
I relaxed my arms and her body dropped onto my cock. She moaned with pleasure.
“Lift!”
I lifted and held her there.
“Drop!”
I dropped. My cock-head hit her womb wall and she sighed deeply.
“Again!”
We went again and again and again. I lifted the beautiful woman up then dropped her back down solidly for the next five minutes. After the first couple of minutes the orgasms started and continued to roll over and through her body. She squealed, she screamed and she laughed but she didn’t ask me to stop so I didn’t.
“You gonna cum in me big boy?”
“No! Patience! Tonight. Tonight I’ll fuck you and fill your sexy tight cunt with my spunk then cuddle you until we wake in the morning.”
Again the tremble, the shudder then the explosion of sheer pleasure as a massive orgasm wracked her delicious, naked body. Was it the promise of a cunt full of spunk, the cuddle or the thought of sleeping cuddled up until morning? It seemed unlikely but both times the suggestion of more to come had given her a bigger pleasure than a length of man meat. I stored the thought for future use.
Bending my arms I lowered her onto my chest, released her tits and wrapped my arms around her slim, perfect body. She relaxed as I pulled her tight into my arms.
“You alright, Princess?” I whispered.
“Absolutely, my Prince. Never ever felt alright-er,” she chuckled happily.
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“Would you mind if I just wore a tracksuit, my Prince?”
“Just a tracksuit, Princess?”
“Only you and I shall know that I’m without undies of any kind, my Prince.”
“That knowledge will keep my cock hard all evening, Princess.”
“And my cunt dripping, my Prince.”
Robyn hung on my arm beautifully as we strolled over to the pub. The tracksuit wasn’t a tracksuit in the all encompassing style that totally hid the shape of the wearer. Robyn’s tracksuit was much more fitted, it clung to her delicious bum invitingly and followed the line of her glorious legs enticingly. There was no VPL nor was there evidence of a bra strap, but crucially as she argued, there was no camel toe nor nipples on display either. Ask any of the males in the pub and they would swear otherwise but that is the art of illusion. Robyn, in a sack, could easily appear naked to any lustful male. I loved it!
“A corner, somewhere quiet please,” requested Robyn of the attractive waitress.
Eyes followed us as we followed the waitress to a booth tucked away in the corner. She proffered the wine list. We both ordered J2O’s. The waitress started to note our order.
“So, what’s it like being a Porn Star?”
The poor girl visibly jumped in surprise.
“Oh, y'know. It was the dream job for a guy back when I started. Beautiful, naked women just forming a queue for sex. Same for the girls of course. None of those little willys they felt up against the cinema wall after a late film. They had big boys with big dicks and big appetites.”
The poor girl was standing spell bound, clearly of two minds, flee or linger longer.
“Sorry,” said Robyn softly, “was there something else?”
“Err, no, my apologies. I’ll be right back,” said the flustered young waitress as she scurried away.
“You are evil! The poor thing didn’t know what to do,” I remonstrated with my wonderful Princess.
“Yes she did, she knew exactly what to do. Listen and enjoy and that’s what she did. Here she comes, I’ll prove it!”
The girl approached quietly…
“…is that why your cock remains so hard for so long when we fuck? You had to learn to wait around between scenes?”
The poor girl nearly dropped her tray.
“No, we had production assistants to do that. They had only one job, to keep the men’s cocks ready for work.”
“So how did they do that?”
“Same way you get my cock hard of course.”
“Suck it? How many?”
“Only the one, how many do you think I’ve got? Ooh, not what you mean. Well that depends, big scene could be five or six guys needing attention… could we have the menu please?”
The poor thing was crimson and breathing slightly harder.
“Sorry, yes Sir coming right up.”
“Now who’s being evil?” chuckled my Princess.
“You are leading me astray, better stop now, poor thing was all of a tiswas.”
“Narr, she was loving it. Let me ask her when she comes back.”
……
“Sorry did I embarrass you. Quite forgot myself it’s suck. Did I say suck? Such, I meant such… an interesting subject, don’t you think?”
“I’ve often wondered, to be honest.” she glanced quickly around, “are you really a Porn Star Sir?”
“He really is! I enjoyed his star quality asset not more than half an hour ago and he really knows how to use it. I’m hoping he’ll offer me a part in his next production.”
Our waitress looked horrified and delighted at the same time.
“Well he is very dishy. If you need a co-star…” she picked up her pad and licked her pencil, “what’ll it be Sir, something red raw and dripping? Nice piece of steak, Sir?”
I roared with laughter so loud other diners looked at me. Robyn spluttered in her drink.
“Touché,” I chuckled.
“Sorry I teased you,” giggled my Princess, “but you had such doe eyes for him when we arrived I couldn’t resist. I know exactly how you feel though.”
“I was outside a while back having a quick fag before we got busy. I could hear you across the car park and just wondered if I could ever please my wife as much as your fella obviously pleases you. My eyes weren’t for your guy as such, just that I knew I’d have no chance against him,” she chuckled.
Robyn look utterly stunned.
“You… you mean?…”
“Well, I commend you on your taste, my Princess is the poster girl for a woman only gym and fitness centre.” I smiled.
“I do but don’t worry, I’m perfectly happy with my wife and for the record I am intrigued by the porn industry. Porn Star and Poster Girl in one day! Must be my lucky day, what can I get you two lovely people?”
She recommended the mixed grill on the basis that only the chips were frozen. Robyn sat in silence for more than a few moments.
“Would you be upset if I told you that I’ve played with my flat mates quite a bit?” she asked nervously.
I chuckled at that.
“Me? A Porn Star? I’ve seen it all haven’t I? Guys together, girls, threesomes, foursomes? You name it as a porn star I’d must have seen it all, surely?” I grinned, “Nope, not bothered at all, even if I wasn’t a porn star.”
“What about you? D'you look at guys… y'know?”
“Nope! Never. Seen a few, in the business you’d have to,” I teased, “never even glanced at the one next door when standing at the urinal.”
“No but I bet they look at you and think 'Fuck! I wish that was mine’!”
“That’s as maybe but I can understand girls liking girls. For a start they are much prettier than us guys and they know how to please each other. Girl on girl is very popular in the industry. Guys like to watch it, so do women. Easy money for the producer with two markets in one.”
Our meal arrived. We thanked her and she winked at me blatantly as she left.
She chuckled, we ate, had a dessert then Robyn went to powder her nose.
Margaret (our waitress according to the new name tag on her blouse) appeared instantly.
“Will there be anything else, Sir?”
I ordered two coffees. She bent to pick up our dishes and whispered;
“Is your friend really a poster girl for a gym?”
“She is.”
“Can I be terribly rude and ask if it’s possible to obtain a copy of that poster?”
“If I can get hold of two, I’ll send you one, Margaret. Can’t promise though.”
“Thank you Sir… erm, I suppose you’re not really a Porn Star, are you?”
I told her about the incident at the grub stop and she giggled uproariously.
“Beautiful and feisty. What a combination! Should I take that as a 'no’ then?”
I winked knowingly.
“Not a word to my friend.”
“I ordered coffee, I hope you weren’t thinking of sleeping much tonight?”
“I wasn’t planning on sleeping at all.” she smirked.
I waved my hand and Margaret appeared as if by magic. I paid and pulled a fresh, new twenty from my wallet.
“Slip that into your panties where the manager won’t find it,” I laughed.
“She will, Sir, she’s my wife,” she chuckled.
Lifting her skirt surreptitiously she did exactly that. Robyn looked astounded. Margaret laughed.
“If your fella’s a Porn Star he’s seen a lot more than a load of leg, a pair of panties and a glimpse of pussy,” she chuckled, “good job these new notes are waterproof and that’s not his fault, it’s yours. Thank you Sir, Miss don’t sleep too well,” she grinned delightedly.
“She wants a poster picture of you,” I announced as we crossed the car park.
“Does she? What did you say?”
“Told her that if I could get hold of two I’d send her one.”
9pm, another twenty minutes and we would have known each other a full twelve hours. In that time we’d travelled around 150 miles, she’d given me an incredible blow-job and ridden my cock solidly for the best part of forty minutes. Having just had dinner we were sitting in the Captain’s chairs, naked and getting to know one another a little better while dinner digested.
“And the second reason?” I prompted.
“Pardon?”
“You said two reasons and gave me a long list of first reasons but no second reason. Thought perhaps you couldn’t count after all?” I teased.
“Second reason? I was looking for the perfect man so don’t go making any long term plans. I’m reviewing that option. Think I might possibly have found him but don’t want to scare him off,” she said quickly, “Are we going to Scotland for a particular reason or just because…” she added by way of changing the subject.
I didn’t follow up on the long term plans. I had hopes of my own.
“Caught an item about Sea Eagles while I was flicking through the channels over the weekend. Saw a couple in Norway years ago but somehow missed the fact that we now have them in the UK. Still thought that Golden Eagles were our biggest bird. Decided to try and find some.”
“The White Tailed eagle? The flying barn door? Beautiful birds, nothing better that laying on your back on the side of a mountain and watching one fly over,” she pulled out her phone and tapped away for a few minutes, “Motorway or wandering? Nearly 600 miles on the motorway. Could take a week if you want to wander?”
“If I was laying on my back on a mountain side I’d like to think I could watch you impaling yourself on my cock. Don’t think anything could be better than that,” I suggested filthily.
“Agreed but that wouldn’t stop us watching the eagles watching us now would it? And being naked with a handsome, big cocked Porn Star on a mountain side watching eagles flying overhead sounds like heaven to me.”
“That’s tautology, by definition Porn Stars have big cocks.”
“So you are a Porn Star! You’ve just admitted it.”
“No I haven’t. That’s like saying sports cars are red and therefore every red car is a sports car. No logic to that at all. Happy to wander. We can take as long as you like, as long as I have you home in time to see your Mother before Uni kicks off again.”
“I’ve always wanted to visit Ironbridge, that’s only up the road. How about strolling along Blackpool’s Golden Mile holding hands? We can spend as long as you like in the Lake District, one of my favourite places.”
“Flexible, exactly how I like my women We’ve got a plan. Ready for a little bedroom action now?”
“A little? I’m holding out for a lot! Gonna fuck me like a Porn Star?” she giggled delightedly.
“You want to be fucked like a porn star? OK, let’s see what we can do. On the bed, on your back. Legs apart and hands up by your head. Action!”
“Yes Sir! Mr. Director Sir!” she laughed climbing onto the bed.
“You’re a Porn Star! You’re paid to act and get fucked not make witty remarks!”
“Sorry,” she said, contritely.
“Set the scene for you. On my left, Bill and Ted our props men, they think it’s one big adventure. If the props play up they are out on their ears.”
“Hi Bill. Hi Ted.”
“You know them, they’ve been here all day. No need to treat them as long lost buddies.”
“Oh! Sorry, just being friendly.” she smiled delightfully.
“Camera 1 – concentrates on your cunt and surrounding areas. Lower belly to upper thighs. Wants to see your hips thrusting up to take more cock, your legs writhing in agony and ecstasy as you demand more hard cock. Camera 1 is the busiest, it’s job is to record you being fucked and showing how good it is. Camera 2 – concentrates on your tits. Needs to see them heaving with excitement, bouncing as you throw yourself around, that kind of thing. It covers your belly as well so loads of movement with the abs. Guys like to see a fit tart getting fucked. Camera 3 – your face. Lots of head movement. Facial expressions, fear, joy, pain, more ecstasy, lust. You get the picture. Mike, the sound man will have his boom out, over your face he wants all your screams, sobs of joy, groans of pain, soft little whimpers and satisfied sighs. Camera 4 – that’s the mini-cam that gets everywhere there is a shot to be had. He wants your cunt being prepared for my cock, up close and very personal. Shots of my cock breaching your cunt for the first time, from different angles, you name it and mini-cam will be there recording every little move. We have the production assistants, of course, the Producers making sure they are getting their money’s worth and me, to save money I’m Director, sound effects and your Prince Charming cum to fuck… err rescue you.
You did say you enjoyed an audience, didn’t you?”
“I did and I’m dripping with lust already. Is it really like that?”
“Probably. How would I know?” I chuckled, “OK, the plot(?) Your Prince has been away at the Crusades and an evil Baron has stolen you away to his castle and plans to fuck your brains out each and every night. Unknown to the Baron you had your iPhone hidden in your greedy cunt so you were able to FaceTime your Prince. He’s replied saying he will deal with the Baron and that you should prepare for rescue… err a good fucking. OK, places everybody and… ACTION!”
“Ummm…” Robyn giggled.
“CUT! There’s a problem?”
“What camera am I on?”
“All of them. It’s digital. We edit on the computer not in the cutting room any more… OK, let’s go again and… ACTION!”
“How did I do? Get the part?”
“You’re a great fuck, that’s for sure. Wonderful energy, you really made that glorious body of yours work. Vocals very good, nice touch with the little whimpers now and then and those screams! Mike will have a problem smoothing the top keys down to audible level. Mini cam said your cunt is perfect for close-ups and he hoped he’d got the waterfall effect on your second orgasm but… could you please be careful with your feet? They nearly knocked his glasses off a couple of times when he was getting in close.
Bill and Ted thought it might be a bit of a Bogus Journey but have since declared that it was An Excellent Adventure. They’re hoping it won’t be too long before they hear your music again.
All in all the general consensus is that your acting was up there with the best,” I replied solemnly.
“Err…”
“Yes?”
“I wasn’t acting.”
“Can’t act??? Well, I might just have to reconsider my options. Let’s give the crew time to clear up and bugger off then we’ll have a cuddle and discuss terms and conditions, OK?”
“Shouldn’t the crew be available to record the cuddles? Shouldn’t we have a record of the terms and conditions?”
“Young lady, you think I’m made of money? Record a cuddle? Whatever next? When was the last time you saw a cuddle in a porn movie? As for recording the terms and conditions? No chance! How would I be able to make them up as I went along if we had actual… it doesn’t bear thinking about.”
“Brian, you’re mad!” she chuckled happily.
“Am I though? Consider… You are in your late teens or very early twenties, I’m old enough to be your Father, and some. You’ve got an utterly perfect body. You’re naked, on my bed and I’ve just fucked you, brought you to orgasm. I plan to do so again before we settle down to sleep. Who’s mad? Me for having the company of a beauty or you with only an old man to snuggle up with? Answer me that, young lady.”
“For the record I’m twenty one next Birthday. My Mother’s 42 next birthday, don’t you dare tell her I told you, so the 'Father age and some’ places you around fifty, max. You don’t fuck like you’re way over fifty and if you have retired then you got out very early. Am I mad? You find a guy my age that can do what you’ve just done and I’ll think about it. Cuddle? T&C’s?”
The cuddle lasted far longer than the discussion on T&C’s. Probably because as soon as I raised the matter she started to raise another matter. My cock, with her hand. 'so you can’t concentrate too much on the 'how to’s and 'why for’s’ she explained. Her matter was raised before mine got properly started. She rolled enticingly onto her back and parted her legs invitingly.
“Make love to me, Lover!”
I moved into position and stroked my pulsing cock head up and down her wet, swollen lips. She guided me into the entrance then moved her hands well away, sighed contentedly and smiled up at me.
“I’ve done my bit,” she challenged.
I’d promised her a pussy full before we slept. I didn’t cum while we were 'filming’ that’s not what porn stars do. They wait for the money shot, it’s seldom hidden in the co-starts cunt and only in her throat after the first load has covered her face. I made soft, tender love to the beauty beneath me. In a little, back to the beginning. In a little further and back to the beginning again. Slowly I increased the depth of penetration, constantly watching her face for the first signs of discomfort. There was always a point when I shouldn’t push hard home. Despite the 'frantic’ fucking she’d 'endured’ for our 'film’ I hadn’t driven my cock home and there was no need to do so this time.
My cock head knew when it had reached the comfortable limit and the subtle change in her eyes confirmed it. I paused, pulled back to the entrance and pushed firmly home, right up to the very same point. Robyn reached between our sweaty bodies and encircled root of my cock with her hand.
“Ohhh FUCK!” she exclaimed, “I thought it was all inside me.”
“Does it feel good as it is?”
“Yesss but…” she said with a drawn out whimper.
Withdrawing to the entrance of her cunt I pushed home again. She grunted, grinned happily and reached down again.
“Ohhh SHIT! I thought you’d driven it home,” she exclaimed, “how do you do that?”
“Regrettably it’s a skill I had to learn early on. Girls don’t really enjoy feeling battered and bruised. Do it too often and you don’t get invited back. Anyway it’s the head that gives the pleasure not the delivery system.”
I withdrew and pushed home again. She didn’t bother to check how much wasn’t in her cunt just smiled delightedly and shuddered briefly.
“Yeah! Tell me about it. Got a dildo at home. I’d swear it was the same size as your cock under oath, but I can take it all and the head feels fantastic, just like yours. So how cum I can take that but not yours?”
“You have to hold onto your dildo but my cock’s a permanent fixture, look Mum, no hands!” I declared moving back and driving forward again.
“Smart Ass!” she chuckled, “you gonna stop thinking logically and start fucking me anytime soon?”
“Noooo, I’m gonna make love to you, as requested then fill your sweet little cunt with my seed, as promised.”
“Thank you,” she mouthed silently before my next stroke left her trembling again.
We kissed and cuddled as I stroked back and forth. She orgasmed frequently, sometimes hard and noisily and at other times with a soft, endearing sigh of contentment. I continued through some orgasms and paused for her to recover on others.
It wasn’t easy. Her cunt was spasming almost continually, which is clearly a contradiction in terms but you know what I’m getting at. Each slow, loving stroke was bringing me closer as easily as a solid, rapid, hard pounding would.
Robyn’s breathing became ragged. Mine quickly mimicked hers. Her hips started to thrust upwards. I had difficulty keeping my cock under control. When her hips started to roll around urgently it was time to let go. A final withdrawal, an urgent thrust forward and I held everything steady as my cock throbbed and fresh, warm spunk hosed down the walls at the end of her love tunnel. After the third emission I eased back a little for a longer range shot. Robyn grinned.
“Sneaky!” she giggled.
Back a little more and my seed jetted deep, probably not even touching the walls of her stretched, pulsing cunt.
“Again? Do it again.”
The fifth shot was delivered from just inside her pussy entrance while the last offering pumped onto her smooth, soft flesh.
“Wow! Never experienced that before. Usually it’s a case of push it home and I just feel the pulsing not the actual spunk arriving. Felt incredible. Can I keep you?” she murmured after she’d recovered.
“For as long as you desire.”
I awoke to the feel of a warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock-head.
“'morning, Lover.”
“mrrr 'img. Did you sleep well?”
“mmmmm,” accompanied with a vigorous nodding of the head, on my cock.
“If I ask again, will you nod in assent again?”
Again the nod, eagerly. I looked at the big red numbers on the digital clock over the cab end. 7:45.
“A length before breakfast?” I ventured.
Disappointingly she shook her head then lifted her mouth from my cock.
“Would you mind just a blow-job only I’m a…”
“Little bit sore?” I suggested.
“Yes, sorry. A bit too greedy. I’ll be ready in time for bed tonight, promise,” she chuckled filthily.
“C'mere, don’t worry about my cock. Cuddles then breakfast.”
Reluctantly she released my cock and sidled her way back up the bed to snuggle into my waiting arms.
“And what happened the last time we had a cuddle?” she laughed laying her arm across my chest and heaving her naked body in nice and tight to mine.
“I’ll be good, promise.”
“Brian, I suspect you’ve always been good. That thing you did with your spunk last night? Where did you get that idea from? It felt incredible! You’ll have to do it a lot more, please.”
“Well that’s all your fault. You keep telling everyone that I’m a porn star. Last night we even made our own porn film. If the porn star shoots his load from his 12” cock when it’s deep inside his co-star’s cunt the producer is going to go mad. The crew will have to stand around for hours, twiddling their thumbs while they wait for it to work it’s way down to the entrance so it can dribble out for the money shot. Shoot from the hip, as it were, just inside the entrance then, if the co-star is any good, all she has to do is squeeze when the cameras are all set up. Job done. Saves a fortune.“ I laughingly explained.
“That’s what I did last night,” giggled Robyn, “waited until you’d dropped off then I squeezed, caught it with my fingers and licked them clean. There was so much I had to go back quite a few times.”
“Oh did you naughty Miss? Well tonight you can do a re-run while I watch.”
“You’ve got a deal, Mr. Director, Sir! Hey, you could film it on your 'phone then we’d both be porn stars,” she giggled naughtily.
“OK, if you promise not to let your thoughts of what might happen spoil your pleasure of what is happening.”
“Explain?”
“If you’re thinking about me filming you squeezing my spunk out of your cunt then eating it while we’re fucking, you won’t enjoy us fucking will you. In actuality you’ll probably be thinking about it all day so it could even spoil your day?”
“Would it spoil your day?”
“No, not at all. I’d put it on the back burner until the time arrived then enjoy it fresh, not over cooked by a long simmering. It would spoil my day if I thought it was spoiling your day though.”
“Blimey! Hadn’t thought of that. Porn is complicated isn’t it?”
“Lots of money to be made in porn, so I’m told,” I sniggered, “if it was easy everybody would be doing it.”
“OK, Mr. Porn Star, you’re the expert, how do we deal with this conundrum then?” she laughed.
“We don’t. We take each moment as it comes, go with the flow. A simple case of cheerful fatalism. Breakfast! You want to shower first or share?”
“Cheerful fatalism?”
“Que sera sera,” I whispered, “too slow with your decision, we share. Now git!”
Margaret served a scrumptious Full English followed by toast and marmalade and an endless supply of tea.
“Did he wear you out before dinner?” Margaret asked wickedly, “only the wife and I got through three ciggies each last night, after we’d shut up shop, hoping to hear your enjoyment and nary a sound,” she teased.
Robyn looked around the empty room conspiratorially.
“Cum closer,” she whispered.
Margaret sniggered and bent putting her ear close to Robyn’s mouth.
“He didn’t fuck me last night,” she murmured, “he made love to me and that involved a lot of kissing. With his tongue in my mouth I can be almost as silent as I am when his cock’s down my throat!” she teased.
Margaret laughed delightedly.
“You’re evil,” she said happily, “and fun, pity you don’t go both ways.”
“Oh I do,” admitted Robyn gleefully, “share my flat with two other girls but I’ll be honest… given the choice of eating pussy or sucking a nice fat cock, the cock wins every time. Especially the one I have now.”
Margaret laughed wickedly.
“Would you like some more toast?”
We decided we wouldn’t and would just finish our tea before leaving.
“Would you like to be paid or shall we just make a dash for it?” called Robyn as we approached the bar.
“Coming!”
“Lucky you!” replied Robyn dirtily.
Margaret appeared with a very pretty lady along side.
“This is my wife, Yvonne. Yvonne this is our very own Porn Star and his Poster Girl,” she said formally.
Promptly spoiling the effect by bursting out in raucous laughter.
I offered my hand to Yvonne, over the bar top.
“Brian, very pleased to meet you.”
Poster Girl followed with her hand and;
“Robyn, delighted to meet you,”
She turned to Margaret;
“About the poster, I’ll get one organised for you, if I can. It’ll take a while 'coz I’m not letting him go home for at least a couple of months, or until I’ve worn him out, whichever cums first. Soon as we’re home I’ll get onto it. Do we send it here?”
“Please, just address it to the pub, we’re the owners and not going anywhere.”
We settled the bill, hugged each other and even stole kisses. Half an hour later they waved us off with a cheerful 'Bon Voyage’ following us down the country lane.
Part 3 to follow, if you wish?
by WirdSmiff for Literotica
