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Sitting at the bar, Nick Steel kissed Christina Lords for the first time over glasses of white wine. “You’re dangerous,” she told him, accepting the kiss, but pushing him away. Her hand stayed on his knee. His hand stayed on the nape of her neck.



“Dangerous? Me? Why?” he asked, leaning his forehead next to hers. Her hair smelled good.



“Because you’re a nice guy, Nick. The kind of guy that’s easy to fall in like with,” she said, looking at him. Her pretty brown eyes were flaked with spots of green, almost like the freckles scattered across her tiny upturned nose. She smiled easily and he could feel the pull of her allure.



“Ever think I might be having the same problem with you?” he asked. A restaurant bar wasn’t a quiet or romantic, but the sounds of silver against china faded into the background as the universe shrunk to just them. There was his hand still on her neck, just below her ear, her hand on his knee, and their foreheads touching. Date number three and time to seal the deal. Were they going to be more than just friends?”



“Oh stop it. You don’t want a woman like me,” she told him, her eyes fluttering away from him, but her hand stayed on his knee. Did she squeeze it? “You know my past.”



“I’d rather know your future,” he said and she kissed him. He had given her lips a peck, but she gave him a real kiss. No tongues, not yet. Not here in public. But their kiss lasted for more than moment.



“You’re sweet,” she said.



He started to tell say how sweet she was, but the man standing next to them interrupted. “You’re Cindee Sinns!” the guy said, pointing an accusing finger at her. “I’d know you anywhere! You’re fucking hot as hell!”



The bartender was quick to react. “Hey, buddy!” he said, leaning between Nick and Christina. “Let’s not have a deal here.”



Staring with wide-eyes, the man ignored the bartender. “I’ve seen everything you ever did!” he said, as if fandom or brand loyalty gave him a right to intrude.



Christina groaned and Nick struggled to maintain his composure. “We’re trying to enjoy a drink here.”



The man noticed Nick. “You know who she is, right? She’s Cindy Sins. You seen her movies?”



Nick rolled his eyes, gave Christina a reassuring smile, and faced the stranger. It wasn’t the first time he did this. “Dude, I’ve seen every movie she ever made and the ones that have never been released. Now tell the woman she’s beautiful. Tell her you have fun jerking off to her and then give us some space, okay?”



“Yeah, okay,” the guy said, nodding his head. To Christina, he stammered, “You really are beautiful. And I, you know, what he said.”



“I’m glad you had fun,” she told him, never facing him. “Thanks for being a fan.”



“Yeah, yeah, okay, cool,” the guy said, slipping into creeper status. “Can I get an autograph?”



Nick fielded the question for her. “Sure, buddy. Fifty bucks.”



“F-fifty bucks? For what? A fucking autograph?”



“No, for interrupting her time. Time is money, you know that,” Nick said, smiling.



“Fuck that,” he said, turning away without noticing the bartender moving up behind him. Before storming off, the guy turned back to Nick. “Your girlfriend’s a fucking slut.” That’s when the bartender guided the man way.



“Now, where were we?” Nick asked Christina, putting his hand back on her neck and pulling her forehead back to his. “Kissing, right?”



“No, we were done with that,” Christina said. Nick knew it would take her a moment to refocus after the interruption. “Sorry,” she mumbled.



“Don’t be. It’s okay.” He moved his hand from her neck to her hand. “I sort of like that word ‘girlfriend,’ though.”



“Please, Nick. Don’t.”



“Why?”



“Because of that,” she said, motioning with her eyes to where the fan had been standing. “You don’t want to deal with that all the time.”



Nick laughed. “How long have we been friends?”



“I know, but it would be different.”



“Don’t I get a say?” he asked, lifting her chin to see her eyes. “And if you tell me you just want to be friends, I really will watch all your movies.”



Christina giggled again. Nick liked it when she giggled, it sounded like light laughter set to music to him. She looked into his eyes. “You’ve really never seen one of my movies?”



“Not a one. Not even stills from them.”



She stared at him, her eyes reading his, searching for the lie. “Really.”



“Really, really,” he said, borrowing a line from one of her favorite movies, the first “Shrek” movie. She smiled, but didn’t stop staring. “How long have we known each other?”



“Since being lab partners in biology.”



Nick smiled. He was a transfer student to her high school. Sixteen year old Christie Lords was a band geek with braces and a halo retainer around her head. Pimples mixed with the dusting of freckles across her nose. But she was nice to him. They stayed friends through-out high school, never dating. Nick fell in with the jocks and cheerleaders, marrying Ashley right out of high school. Things went south after that. Ashley was a nagging bitch, badgering him to do something more with his life than community college and never understanding how community college was the first step to something better. Sick of her bitching, he graduated the two year school, joined the Army, and was sent overseas. While he was defending her way of life, Ashley was screwing everything with a dick between its legs. The stupid bitch even wrote “Dear John” at the top of her “Dear John” letter. Laughing, he signed his divorce papers and reenlistment papers on the same day. Three months later, on a whim, he sent Christina an email. For eight years, they wrote back and forth. He followed her career without ever seeing it. He never told his buddies who she was, never shared a picture, and was careful to avoid any porn that featured Cindee Sinns.



Holding her hand, he looked her directly in the eyes. He had nothing to hide from her and knew it. “Tell me if I’m lying,” he pushed.



She smiled. It was a pretty smile, but there was a tired, wary look in her eyes. “Why?” He raised his eyebrows, not understanding the question. “Why didn’t you peek? You knew. I told you what I was doing. Told you about the awards I won.”



“I never told any of the guys who you were, either. None of their business.”



“Probably better that way,” she said, sipping her wine. “They might have been fans. I used to get a lot of email from soldiers.” He nodded. She said she did. And that she always answered the emails from soldiers. Soldiers always got a personal reply from her. “There was a picture attached to that first email I sent you.”



“I remember. You were in a bikini, in like a Betty Paige pose. It’s the only one I looked at.”



“You never looked at any of the cover art I sent you? The magazine lay-outs? Not even when I was in Hustler?”



He shook his head. “That was Cindee, not Christie.”



“We’re the same person.”



“Oh, then I’m still Lieutenant Steel?”



“You could be,” she told him, squeezing his muscular bicep before tussling his hair. “Probably need a haircut, though.” She smiled again. “I like how you handle guys like him,” she said, eyes flickering again to where the fan had been.



Nick shrugged. “Part of the deal, I guess.” As they stared at each other the sounds of silver on china and chatting diners again went away. He knew he was pushing things, but he leaned in for another kiss. “Am I still dangerous, girlfriend?”



Christie looked at him for a long beat before telling him, “I had to suck off the producer and the director before they would shoot my first scene.” She picked up her wine glass, sipped it, and glanced away long enough to set down the fluted glass. Half a laugh came out. “I was so stupid. I hadn’t done anything yet. I hadn’t stripped or done a magazine shoot. Hell, not even a wet t-shirt contest.”



Stunned, Nick stared at her. Swallowing hard, he asked, “Why are you telling me this?”



“You need to know.”



“You wrote me.”



“I didn’t write this.”



“I doesn’t matter to me, Christie.”



“Good, then you can listen,” she said, picking up the thread of her story. “I knew I was auditioning for a porno. I wasn’t that stupid. It was after high school, that first summer. You weren’t married yet, but you were going to be soon.”



“Wait, did you do it because of me and that bitch?”



She shook her head. “No, just giving you the timing. I had to let them make a copy of my driver’s license, sign a contract that I was willing to be a sex performer, and then they told me to strip.”



“Christina, please.”



“The interview was on-site, at a house they had rented for the weekend. In the living room, there were big lights set-up, all facing a white couch. There were a bunch of people in the kitchen, too. Girls and guys. Only two of the guys looked hot, the rest of them were crew. I didn’t get it, but I knew it was a real porn set. I knocked on the front door of the house, a fat chick with too much make-up answered the door and asked me, ‘What the fuck do you want?’” She paused to laugh, her eyes looking very far away and seeing the past. “That was Brenda, the make-up girl. I think she used to perform, a long time ago. I don’t know. But she was nice. Not when she answered the door, but later.



“I told her I was there for an interview and she laughed at me. Told me I was too sweet to want to do this. I said fuck you to her and she laughed again. She was always laughing at something. She let me in, made me wait in the foyer, and that’s where I sort of saw what was going on. Okay, not really. I mean, I saw the lights and saw there were people in the kitchen. A younger guy came to get me. I say younger, because it was Scottie, the director, and he was a lot younger than Bill, the producer. I still thought Dan was old. He was probably thirty-five? Maybe a bit older. I just remember that he looked like a teacher to me or something. And Bill, the producer? He was fucking ancient. He had to be like fifty or something.



“Scottie took me to a back bedroom room with a desk, a big leather chair behind it, and two smaller chairs in front of it. I remember those two smaller chairs were like the kind you put in a living room, not in an office. Bill was sitting behind the desk. He smiled when he saw me. He looked like a creeper the way he was looked at me. It was like he didn’t have manners. Bill took my ID and did paperwork while Scottie went through a checklist.”



Nick squirmed, uncomfortable with hearing more. “You don’t need to tell me any of this.”



“You said it didn’t matter, so listen,” she told him, patting his hand. “Don’t you want to hear about the checklist?” Nick shrugged. He didn’t want to hear any of this, but there didn’t seem to be a way to stop her. “He went down a list, asking me what I had done and what I was willing to do.” She laughed, blushed a bit and glanced down when she said, “I hadn’t done most of the stuff, but I knew what it was. Anyway, after asking about facials, anal, and d.p.’s and if I was a virgin and all that crap, he told me it was time to strip.



Nick flashed back to how Christie would have looked that summer. The braces were gone. Her body was lean and trim from running track. He remember thinking she looked better than Ashley, now his fiancé. He remembered thinking he should have waited for Christie.



“The door was open, to the bedroom I mean. I asked if I could close it and he laughed at me. ‘No,’ he told me, just staring and waiting. So, I took off my clothes. All of them. Socks, shoes, panties, bra, everything. I didn’t do a striptease, I just took them off, like I was getting ready for a doctor’s exam or something. Scottie just watched, but that old guy, Bill? He stared at me, licking his lips and looking really excited. Scottie asked him, ‘You want to go first?’ I didn’t know what he meant, but I found out quickly enough. They told me to turn around. Scottie squeezed my ass and tits, as if he was checking produce. He told me I looked good, cute, things like that, but none of it was really sexy. Oh, and he took some pictures of me with a digital camera, too. Then he asked Bill if he wanted to go first.”



Nick could guess what was next and tried to stop her. “I don’t want to hear this.”



“Just listen,” she said. Her voice was flat and emotionless as she told him how she sucked off Bill. “He was old, but he wasn’t fat and sloppy old. He didn’t have a big dick, either, and he came really fast. Then I had to suck Scottie, too. Scottie used to perform. His cock was bigger, a lot bigger. Bill took some pictures while I sucked Scottie. I remember that stupid door being open. I don’t know why that bothered me, it just did. I knew someone was going to walk by or walk in and see me on my knees sucking off this guy. At least when I was sucking off Bill, I was behind the desk. But now, anyone could see me. I guess that was the point, I don’t know. Scottie kept telling me things like, ‘Look at me, honey,’ and ‘I’m up here.’”



Nick stopped her again. There was a guy sitting behind her, listening. The bartender kept finding little jobs to do close to them. “Can we move to a booth or something?” He nodded at the guy sitting just behind her.



Christina looked over her shoulder. “Hey there,” she said. “You watch porn?”



“Sometimes,” he said with half a grin.



“Ever see one of my movies?”



“Not that I remember.”



Christie gave him a nod before looking at their bartender. “What about you, Doug? You ever seen one of my movies?”



“Maybe,” he answered, looking embarrassed.



Christie smiled. “Let me guess, not until you figured out who I was, right?”



“Something like that,” he mumbled.



“It’s okay. They’re out there. I can’t change that. And you were curious, weren’t you?” He nodded, looking relieved that she understood. “But you did watch one?” Another nod. “More than one?” He nodded again. “Do you remember which ones?” Finally, he shook his head.



“Just watched some clips on one of those porn sites, you know the ones?”



Christie nodded. “Yeah, I know them. The producers hate them. It’s okay, though.”



Catching how Nick was staring at him, Doug found something to do at the other end of the bar.



“I did my first scene that day,” she said, facing Nick again. “Just a straight fuck and suck. Scottie said I did really good. Oh, and he told my first industry lie, too. While I was posing for the still shots, he kept saying, ‘Perfect! Cover material!’ But that was a lie. I didn’t even get on the back of the box. Not that time.”



Nick nodded, remembering her emails and how excited she sounded every time she was featured on the box. It seemed to happen a lot. He waited for her to go on, realizing she wasn’t telling the story for him, she was telling it for her own reasons. He sipped his wine and waited until he realized she wanted him to say something. “Okay,” he offered.



She considered him for a long moment, a smile growing on her face. “Really? I tell you that story and that’s all you can say?”



“Pretty much,” he said, confused by her smile. “I guess I thought it was one of those stories you needed to tell more than I needed to hear.”



Her smile faded. “You don’t think you needed to hear it?”



He shook his head. “Not really. Just because I never watched any of your movies doesn’t mean I’ve never seen porn. It’s all about the same to me. Fun for its own reasons, but it’s not real life.”



“It felt real to me when I was doing an anal pile-driver with some donkey dicked stud.”



Nick squirmed as he felt the conversation spinning out of control. “Is that what you want in real life, too?” He noticed they had attracted the attention of the man sitting behind her and Doug the bartender.



Christina finished her glass of wine. “Drink up, take me home, and I’ll explain along the way, okay?”



Nick settled the tab, escorted her out without interruptions from a fan, and opened the passenger side door for her. It was old fashioned, simple manners; the kind he was raised with, but walking around the car to his side gave him a minute to collect his thoughts. Climbing behind the wheel, he realized he needed more time. “Are you okay?” he asked, starting the car and pointing it back to her house. Christina lived in a modest ranch style house in a nice neighborhood.



“I’m fine,” she said, her hand patting his leg in a friendly manner, not a suggestive way. She didn’t leave it there. “I don’t mind people hearing me talk about my old job, but I don’t like talking about my personal life in public.” He nodded, giving her space to continue. She stared out her window for a moment, turned back to him, and said, “Sometimes I do like it rough in real life. Not always, just sometimes.”



“Okay.”



She laughed, just a short chuckle. “Damn you’re funny.”



Nick didn’t feel funny. “Why?”



“You just take everything so easily. Doesn’t that bother you?”



“Why should it?”



“I don’t know. I mean, it’s tough dating vanillas.” He need her to explain a “vanilla” was an outsider, someone who didn’t work in the industry. “So, most guys who date me fall into one of two categories. Either they are so intimidated by all the things I’ve done, they can’t perform in bed. Or, they think I love everything I’ve been filmed doing and they want to try it all.”



Nick laughed. “Well, I don’t know what you’ve done, so I can’t be the second of those two. And truthfully? I don’t think I’ll fall into the first category, either.”



“Come on, Nick. If we do it, you’ll be making it with a porn star. Isn’t that every guy’s dream?”



“Maybe, I don’t know. If we do anything, that’s not why I’ll be doing it with you.”



He felt her staring at his profile. He glanced at her a couple of times, waiting for her to say something more. When she didn’t, he did. “I like you, Christina. And it’s Christina I like, not Cindee Sinns. I don’t even know her.”



“Watch a movie with me.”



“I think we missed the last showing,” he said, not realizing the kind of movie she meant until she laughed again. “Oh,” he added. “Really?” She nodded.



“I want you to. I want to watch it with you. It’s okay if you get hard or want to fuck while we watch. We can do anything you want or nothing at all. But you have to watch at least one scene from one movie with me.”



“Do I get to pick the scene?”



Another laugh from her. “Sure, as long as it’s not a lesbo scene. I want there to be at least one guy in the scene with me.”



Nick sighed as he pulled into her drive. “Okay,” he said, feeling the same way he did when the Colonel would pick his team for an especially difficult mission.



Inside her living room, Christina opened a door on one side of her large flat screen TV, exposing a massive DVD collection. “My history,” she explained. “Every movie, every scene. Some a repeats on compilation discs, so that wouldn’t be a good choice. But you pick. Anything you want.”



Nick was stunned at the number DVDs. “How many scenes did you do?”



“The first year, I averaged three shoots a month and finished the year with just under twenty scenes. After that, I stopped counting. I quit three years ago after being active for ten years. Like I said, there are repeats in there. Movies get renamed, remixed, re-mastered, and re-released. I wanted the full collection. I can tell you there are over 400 DVDs in there, if that helps, but I don’t know how many are original. Over half?”



“Are they in any kind of order?”



“Not really. I tried to do that, but after moving a couple times, they got jumbled up and I never had the patience to go back through them. There’s some order to them, but not much.”



Without a way to choose, Nick blindly reached out and pulled one from the shelf. The cover of the DVD showed a PG-13 picture of Christina as Cindee Sinns. The title of the movie was a play on her porn name, “Cindee Sinns Again and Again!” He handed it to her. “Is this one good?”



She flipped it over, glanced at the smaller, more graphic pictures on the back. “Yeah, it’s a compilation, but it’s all me, so it’ll do. It’s an all sex video. They usually cut out any of the acting in the compilation discs, but, whatever. Most guys aren’t watching these for the acting, right?”

“We don’t have to watch it all,” he reminded her



“Yeah, we do. You need to see it.”



“Why?”



“Because it’s me, Nick. It’s what I did for ten years of my life. While you were playing house with Ashley, I was fucking strangers on video for money. Is it really any different than what Ashley did to you?”



“Yeah, you and me weren’t married. And she didn’t do it for money.”



“She could have done good in the business.”



“I think she preferred being a slut,” he said, still angry. Some sins were harder to forgive than others.



“And what was I?”



“An actress?”



Christina laughed. “I think the word you want to use is ‘performer.’ I’m not an actor. That’s not to say I didn’t try and really, in some of those scenes, the best acting was during the sex.”



“So, it’s all fake?”



“No, we’re really fucking and sucking.”



“That’s not what I mean.”



“I know. I don’t answer that question. I never have.” She turned on her TV and inserted the DVD into its player. The copyright warning played followed by commercials for 900 numbers, websites, and previews of other DVDs available through the same company. Picking up the remote, Christina hit the “home” menu. Behind the usual “Feature, Previews, Extras” menu was a graphic picture of Christina fucking and sucking. The background picture cycled through five different shots, each as graphic as the first. It was the first time Nick had seen Christina naked and he was seeing much more than just her naked.



“Before we watch, can I ask why you stopped?”



She thought about it for moment, sitting on the couch and patting the space next to her for him. “I made my money,” she said. “I had a goal in mind of how much I thought I needed and when I reached it, I quit.”



Nick wanted to ask how much was enough and thought better of it. Some questions were too personal.



She handed him the remote. “Did you want to pick a scene?”



“I don’t know that it matters,” he said, highlighting the word “Feature” and pressing “Enter” on the remote.



Christina was right, the scene started where the clothes came off. There was no explanation offered for why her character was on a blanket, in the woods, pulling off her shirt in front of two men in shorts, t-shirts, and nothing else. There was a second reason why Nick shunned porno movies: production values. As a former Army communications specialist, he wrote, produced, and filmed training videos for the troops. He knew his way around a camera, lighting, and microphone issues. The whisk of wind across a bare microphone without a wind shield annoyed him as much as the stark shadows from filming in the middle of the afternoon without light reflectors. In the center of the shot was a close-up of Christina, topless, rubbing her breasts and asking, “Like this?” He was sure he hadn’t missed any important story elements.



“They’re not pierced anymore,” she said. He glanced at her. “My nipples. They were pierced for a couple years. I thought some bling might stop people telling me to get them enhanced. It didn’t.”



“Glad you didn’t,” he said. What the hell was his problem? His wanna-be girlfriend was topless on screen and he was noticing production values? She looked beautiful to him even with her naturally wheat colored hair bleached closer to blonde. As she clutched at her breasts, the camera zoomed it. It wasn’t an artful zoom, just sloppy. He watched her pinching and rolling her nipples, pulling on them in a way he had never done with a woman. Was that how she liked it?



Without the benefit of story, the first man shoved down his cut-off jean shorts, exposing a hard-on of usual porn star proportions. “Suck it,” he said, though the wind obscured his words. They could have benefited from a directional mic. Holding up his man-meat, he approached Christina. Opening her mouth, she started sucking, earning another zoom from the camera and several sloppy editing cuts.



Christina’s style and technique of sucking cock was the same as any other porn star. She deep throated it, rubbed the shaft, and uttered enough fake moans that the sexually ignorant wouldn’t be wrong to assume her clitoris was somewhere near the back of throat like the old movie, “Deep Throat.” As she worked over the first man, the second man moved forward with his big cock, too. She didn’t balk. She grabbed the new prick, rubbing it a few times before turning her head to give him the same treatment. The exact same treatment, including the sloppy editing. The guys waited their turns at her mouth.



Nick knew Christina was watching him, giving the movie only glances. She sat on the far side of the couch, snuggled into the corner of the well-padded armrest and back of the couch. The hem of her dress rested just above her crossed knees. Bent elbow on the back of the couch, she cupped the side of her head against her hand. Her hair was longer than in the video and hung in a curtain behind her hand. Nick sat in the center of the couch, where she had directed him to sit. He relaxed, called on his military training to sit upright, eyes forward, his hands resting on his thighs. He had his feet squarely on the floor in front of him and his knees about a foot apart. If he wished, he could stare at the TV without seeing it. How many times briefings had he sat through doing exactly that? But respecting her wishes, he forced himself to watch.



“You can talk,” she said. She sounded amused, but there was an edge behind her words, too.



“I’m not sure what to say.”



“Say anything, dammit. I’m fucking naked and sucking off two guys.” She must have glanced at the TV, because she corrected herself. “Okay, I’m fucking one of them now.”



On screen, she was on in a doggie-style position and the first guy she had sucked was now behind her, jamming his big prick in and out of her bare pussy with more rhythm than passion or finesse. The editor struggled to show how busy she was by splicing close-up cuts of her mouth with close-up cuts of the prick driving in and out of her pussy. Every now and then, a three-shot showed how they were positioned, in case the viewer forgot the reference point. Nick’s first question was a technical one. “Did someone pick up a reflector or did they turn the light on the camera?”



“Excuse me?”



Nick had to wait until the editor showed another shot of her pussy behind fucked. “There,” he said, pointing. “That was all in shadow the first two times and now it’s lit.”



“Wow! Who’s the fucking geek now?”



Nick gave her confused look. “What?”



“You’re watching me getting banged by two hot guys and your first question is about how it was shot?”



“It’s what I’ve done for the last eight years,” he reminded her.



“Not porn.”



“Doesn’t matter. The techniques are the same and these guys have no idea what they’re doing.”



“The guys fucking me did.”



Nick turned back to the TV where the guys had traded placed but the camera work and editing never improved. The challenge in her voice reminded him of a major he worked with during his second assignment. Major Thompson insisted content trumped style. It took Nick three months to realize what he really meant: Nick spent too much time in the editing. He learned to work harder during the shoot and faster in editing until he produced training videos that fit his vision and matched the major’s expectations. “It’s just sloppy,” he said, not wanting to sound defensive, but unwilling to concede his point.



“Really? He’s barely wet. That director hated when girls drooled while sucking.”



“No, the editing,” he said, laughing.



“Will you shut-up about the editing and notice me fucking?”



“Yeah, okay,” he agreed, resuming his upright, eyes forward body position. Watching videos produced by his former major had felt like torture tolerance training, but he survived and was better because of it. He stared, dutifully watching and trying to think of a question or comment he could give to Christina. On screen, the guys had moved to a double penetration. “Why don’t they ever show the lubing?” he asked.



“How do you mean?”



“You were lubed for that scene, right? He didn’t fuck your ass dry, did he?”



She laughed. “No, we used lots of lube. There’s an entire protocol we followed for bareback anal.”



He nodded. “Right and I get not showing the brand of lube, but would a shot of you or him lubing up his, um, his dick be hot? And faithful, too, right? I don’t think anyone takes it dry, even in prison.”



She laughed again. “This really doesn’t mean anything to you?”‘



He risked looked at her instead of the TV, would she be pissed that he wasn’t watching? He didn’t know. When watching a Major Thompson production, he learned to never look away from the video. He gave the screen occasional glances, but talked to her. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say. Do I like seeing you naked? Yes, I think you’re beautiful, even with another guy’s dick inside of you.”



“You’re not hard.”



“I didn’t know I was supposed to be.”



“I said you could get that way if you wanted, remember? You can jerk off or we can fuck. I can suck you off, if you want.”



Nick tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to fuck you, I want to make love you.”



“Yeah, I’ve heard that before,” she said, glancing at the screen. Nick’s eyes followed hers. It was time for the money shots. Christina knelt on the blanket, stroking both guys while they jerked off. Her head was turned up, her mouth wide open, and her tongue extended, all reminding him of a hatchling waiting for the momma bird to show back up with lunch. The man on her right came first, spraying his spunk across her cheek and tongue. Without a cut, the man on her left released his load, streaking the other side of her face. The scene ended with a slow zoom out, showing her on her knees, pushing cum into her mouth.



“Is that what you want me to do to you?”



“You can, if you want.”



“That’s not what I asked.” His eyes were on her, though her head was turned watching the start of the second scene in the movie. Slowly, she turned back to him.



“Would you think less of me if I said I might like that?”



Nick squirmed. That got to him more than anything he had seen in the last fifteen minutes of hardcore video. “Not if you were telling the truth.”



“Is it okay if I fast-forward?” she asked, picking up the remote. “There’s another scene, I think it’s on this disc. Can I show it to you?”



“Please,” he said, willing to watch anything she wanted to show him.



After using the chapter skip feature, she found the scene. She rewound the video, but all she had missed was the end of the previous scene and a slow fade to black followed by an equally slow fade up from black. “Shit, they really chopped these scenes up,” she complained, pressing pause. In the frozen frame, she was on her knees, still dressed. In her hand was the hard cock of a man in a suit and tie, his prick was sticking out of his dress pants. “This is such a short scene and so out of context on this DVD. See, the story was for my character to give this guy a blowjob in the cloak room, but they cut all that out.” Behind them, Nick noticed the coats on hangers. Pressing play, they watched the scene. It was short and the videographer and editor were more talented. There were well timed shots of her sucking cock, the man reacting, and rarity of rarities, her reacting to having his cock in her mouth. The man came, on her tongue, but in her mouth. Her show of swallowing was followed immediately by fade to black for the next scene cutting off any dialog.



“Fuck!” she whined, pausing the video as a slow fade from black began. “That scene was so hot!”



“It was shot better,” Nick acknowledged.



“Fuck how it was shot, it’s porno, baby. What I’m saying is that I got really hot making that scene. Hell, I’m wet now, watching it again and remembering it.”



“You liked him?”



“Who? The guy I shot it with? Hell, I don’t even remember his name. What I liked was the idea of the story. I liked being on my knees like that, not in public, but on my knees and sucking off my man.”



“I thought you said you didn’t know him?”



“I don’t. Maybe we did some other scenes together, too. We had to, for that movie, probably. I fucked so many guys, I don’t remember half of them. But you’re missing my point. I like to suck cock. I like to just do it. Does that make me a slut?”



“Depends whose cock you’re sucking, I guess,” Nick answered, picking up her use of language. “Is it better if you don’t know the guy?”



Christie laughed, patting his leg. It was the first time she touched him since they arrived at her house. Biting off her laugh, she explained it. “It’s better if it’s someone I know and like. It’s always better that way. But I really like sucking, a lot. I used to fantasize about it when I wore braces. Remember that? Remember that stupid halo brace I had to wear?”



Nick laughed. “You were wearing it the day I met you.”



“I was so glad to get those braces off my teeth. I think that’s why I like sucking dick. Who would have wanted me to do it when I wore all that metal?”



“Good point,” he said, happy to smile with her.



“I don’t know,” she said, her gaze drifting away again. “I just know, any guy I get serious with, he has to like me sucking his dick, you know? I want to always do that, all the time for him.” She caught Nick’s clandestine squirm and smiled. Hand on his thigh, she looked at him. “You like the idea, don’t you?”



He cleared the odd lump that appeared in his throat so he wouldn’t croak out his answer. “What guy wouldn’t?” Her hand slipped higher on his leg.



“Pull it out. Let me do it right now.” The side of her hand pressed against his crotch.



“Turn off the video first.”



“Really? I don’t care if it plays. You can watch it while I do it.”



He shook his head. “I’m serious. I watched a scene from one of your movies. Now turn it off, okay?” After she pressed a button on the remote, the screen went black. “Kiss me,” he said, hand again behind her neck, pulling her lips towards his. Their first kiss was like the ones in the bar, but Nick didn’t pull away nor did he let her. He kissed her again and when he touched her lips with his tongue, they parted for him. As they kissed, her hand cupped his crotch, squeezing him, making his grow hard. He let it happen. He didn’t have a choice. He was too lost in the softness of her kiss to pull away. He refused to risk ruining the moment, even when his cock became a long, hard lump inside his pants. His hand dropped from her neck to her breast. He cupped her breast through the fabric of her dress and thin bra. He found her hard nipple and caressed it gently, nothing like how he had seen in the movie. If she wanted it differently, he would learn that in time. He didn’t need a video to tell him how to make love to the woman he wanted.



Between kisses, she gasped. “I do have a bedroom,” she offered, kissing him again before he could give an answer.



“Do we need one?” he asked when she began to unbutton the top of his jeans.



She giggled before they could kiss again. “Um, former porn star. I’m fine with doing it anywhere.” She pulled open his pants, but before she could put her hand inside, he stopped her.



“I don’t want to make love to a porn star. I want to make love to Christina.”



“I know, consider it a two-fer. I can’t be one without being the other.”



“Are you still doing movies?” he asked. They stayed close, their foreheads touching even though their lips weren’t.



“Not in three years. Like I said, I’m done with that part of my life.”



He kissed her again. That was all he needed to hear. He would work out the rest as they went along. He let go of her hand, preferring the feel of her breast. She wormed her hand inside the elastic waistband of his boxers, finding his cock hard, and caressing it. She moaned into his mouth. Snaking his hand inside the v-neck of her dress and beneath her bra, he touched her bare breast for the first time. Her nipple was hard and he moaned, too.



“I want to taste you,” she told him. “Can we do that? We can do anything else you want, but I really want to do that first.”



“Who else are you seeing?” he asked, pulling away to see her face better.



“What? No one. Just you. Like I said, a lot of guys have a hard time dating a girl with a past like mine.”



He nodded. “No girlfriend, either?”



She shook her head. “I like girls, but not as much as guys and I haven’t had a girlfriend in over a year.”



He kissed her again, just a peck, before standing in front of her. He pushed his jeans farther open. Pushing down the elastic of his boxers, he hooked it beneath his balls. “Go for it,” he told her.



Christina looked up at him with a sparkle in her eyes he didn’t see in either of the scenes they had watched together. Maybe it was the way the lights in her living room captured the green flakes in her brown eyes, he couldn’t be sure, but he was sure he saw a sparkle before she licked the length of his shaft. Opening her mouth, she bowed her head, and sucked him. As a veteran of many blowjobs, Nick recognized true skill when he felt it. Whether it was learned from years of making porno movies or a reflection of fantasies she once had, he didn’t know or care. What he did know was the warmth and wetness of her mouth. He felt her flickering tongue dancing along the underneath part of his shaft. He felt the passion of someone doing something they enjoyed. He gave into it, too. “So good,” he murmured. She moaned her agreement. “Too good,” he added, earning a glance up from her.



“Don’t hold back,” she told him. “I want this.”



He gave her a nod as she bent to give his knob repeated bobs of her head. Nick was a man with a man’s needs, but not a man-whore. He had enjoyed the pleasures of several women since leaving the service, but none of it was serious with them. Bar pick-ups and nothing more. Not a one of those other women had made him wait three dates before getting intimate. He respected rules and boundaries. He caught the irony of the moment, too. The former porn star with hundreds of titles behind her was the woman who had followed the rules.



As the waves of pleasure her mouth created surged through him, Nick allowed them to over take him. He came, softly moaning with the thrill as his cock throbbed and released his orgasm deep inside her mouth. She didn’t pull away and make a show of it like in the videos. She kept her lips wrapped around him and her moans joined his as she swallowed each pulse of his thrill. When he was done, she pulled away, smiling up at him. She looked very happy.



“Okay, boyfriend,” she told him. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” She pulled his pants down to his knees, picked up the remote, and pressed play again. “I’m going to gargle, brush my teeth, and get out of this dress. You’re going to strip naked, watching me fucking and sucking on camera, and get yourself hard again. And when I come back, it’s your turn to do me.”



“Do you how?”



“However you want,” she said, kissing the tip of his prick before standing up and leaving the room.



The soldier in Nick was good at following directions. He stripped off his clothes, neatly folding and stacking them on an easy chair near the couch. Sitting naked on her couch, he ignored the production values of the video playing. In it, Christina was fucking and sucking two men again in a generic living room setting with abstract art on the walls. His videographer eye caught how the artwork wasn’t protected with glass, a common technique to prevent lighting glare. He barely noticed the two men groping and caressing the strawberry blonde version of Christina. Admiring her body, he found it easy to convince his prick to stay hard.



“Fuck, that makes me want to suck you again,” Christina announced as she walked back into the living room. Nick stared, his mouth gaping open as he saw her naked for the first time in real life. Her lean body was as fit as her track days and he guessed without knowing she still liked to run. Maybe they could go for a run together? He pushed the stray thought away, too busy admiring the curve of her waist and way her breasts still rode high on her chest. When she came near, they kissed again and he tasted the mint still in her mouth from gargling and brushing her teeth. He appreciated the gesture, but it wasn’t what he most wanted to taste.

I couldn’t believe it. I had over-slept on the worst possible day. I’d planned it all so carefully, as today we were shooting with Emily, and that meant special precautions needed to be put in place. The plan was to get up, have some breakfast, hit the shower, then blast my load down the drain. The last place I wanted it was sitting inside me, egging me on, aiding my arousal. I couldn’t be around Emily at the best of times without losing control, but today was going to be an epic shoot, and I needed my wits about me. In the end I only had time to quickly throw some clothes on before darting out the door.



This wasn’t what I had in mind when I was at film school. I had grand plans to work on sophisticated productions, make a name for myself and be somebody. When I got out and into the real world, it was clear that was never an option. I worked in the local supermarket for a while before stumbling across an ad in the local newspaper. I should have realized from the name ‘Totally Blu Productions’ that something was up, but I went along, blissfully unaware. I felt a sinking embarrassment when I realized the type of film this team specialized in, until I saw the money involved. I started off as a runner, getting coffee, food, costumes, towels and paper towels.



Quickly I worked my way into the creative side of things as a sound engineer. I was fortunate that I was working for a company that cared about these sorts of things. Of course I had seen porn before, and the sound was always appalling, you could never watch it quietly due to the sound levels. One moment the dialogue (if you wanted to hear it) was inaudible, followed by the female cast members howling horrible, shrill cries. I took my job seriously, and started to be given all the best shoots. We mostly worked out of a trendy apartment in the city that we used to house guests, attend to admin and shoot films. It was good for me as it was across from my apartment building, making it all the more embarrassing that this morning, I was rolling in late.



When I arrived Rob yelled at me “Zack where the fuck have you been?”



It didn’t matter that they weren’t ready for me, I was late and he wanted someone to shout at. I took it like I usually do and apologized, then got on with setting up my equipment. As I quietly prepared, Suzie strolled over to me causing one thought to flash through my mind, “not her as well.”



“Boss is pissed with you again then?” Suzie chirped at me, she had an incredible bounce in her step that jiggled her wonderful, yet homely chest.



“Yeah I over-slept; I don’t know why it happened.”



“I know why, you were up all night thinking about Emily.”



“Be quiet!” I snapped. Although it didn’t matter much if anyone knew this, if you were into women at all, you were into Emily.



“I must admit, I was kind of thinking about her too” Suzie replied, causing an image of the two of them together to flash through my mind. Noticing my discomfort she laughed and whispered at me “Oh baby I’m sorry, didn’t mean to tease you,” then she paused, “hold on, you did get your wank in this morning didn’t you?”



I looked sheepish, how the fuck did she know? I didn’t say anything, but she knew anyway, causing her to roar with laughter, “oh seriously? You’re full to the brim? If you get the chance you have to get rid of it, because Emily is looking especially lovely today.”



With that Suzie bounced away, her pretty blonde hair swaying with her; I couldn’t help myself as I scanned over her tight ass, imprisoned in a pair of skinny jeans.



“Eyes up boy,” grumbled Dean, snapping me out of my daydream. Dean was a huge black guy with a deep gravelly voice. He was a pro in the industry, his manhood stood at a proud 9 inches and with a terrifying girth. He also had incredible self control, no man could take the sort of workouts that he could, and that was precisely why he was working with Emily today. This also explained why Suzie was here. It was obvious he found her irresistible; no other fluffer had that effect on him. I quickly got on with setting up my mic, trying not to incur his wrath, Suzie was by no means his, but she certainly didn’t belong to anyone else.



Soon everyone apart from Emily was on set. Rob stood up and hushed the room then announced her arrival. “Ladies and gentlemen, our star for the day, Miss Emily Rose.”



The small team applauded as Emily emerged from her make-shift dressing room wearing a black dressing gown. Her natural red hair flowed down over her shoulders and back. I had always felt that Emily had the cutest face. She had big brown eyes (rare for a redhead), a small nose, full red lips and the sexist dimples imaginable. There was a collective sigh as she demurely waltzed into the room, opening up her gown to show Rob the outfit that snuggled up against her tight body. I feasted my eyes on the red cherries that were scattered over her white panties, then my gaze moved to the matching bra, holding in her tremendous bosom. My cock was stirring, I definitely had a problem.



Rob gave a brief overview of the scene, telling everyone his vision, before having a quiet word with Emily and then taking his seat in his custom made ‘directors chair.’ I cleared my throat then raised my mic into the air; it suddenly occurred that with my arms raised, there would be no hiding any erection. It also clicked that I would have to listen out for my own breathing if I couldn’t control myself.



The room went quiet again. Emily pretended to sleep on the sofa; she faced down, her pert ass raised slightly, with a small amount of her panties slipping between the folds of her ass. As she lay there Dean walked over, dressed only in a pair of boxers. Sleepily she opened her eyes, then sat up as he slipped down next to her. They spent a few minutes kissing; it was gorgeous, sensual yet deeply sexy. Soon Emily slipped between Deans legs and pulled down his boxers. His magnificent penis fell before her, even at only half mast, it was a monster. She played with his cock for a bit, then with a glint in her eye, took him into her mouth. The sound of her bobbing up and down on his erection was incredible, and before I knew it, I had an obvious hard on. I had a quick look around to see who had noticed, it seemed I’d got away with it, until I spied Suzie. She stood in the corner, stifling a laugh and looking straight at my crotch, it was horrible.



The blow-job continued for about 10 minutes as Rob got all his angles, at that point Dean called a time-out. I tried to work out how long I had before we resumed shooting, could I get in a quick shuffle? I spied the runner, he hadn’t been sent for coffee, this would be a short break.



Suzie had now removed her skinny jeans and tight top, and sat in her pink underwear, gently massaging Dean’s penis. They were chatting away as if nothing was different, it was an odd sight that I could not get used to, this big black guy talking to a small skinny blonde girl, who just so happened to be rubbing his giant cock. Rob was quietly talking to Emily, Dean would enter her in the next scene and they were discussing the angles. I managed to will away my erection, just in time for shooting to resume.



Dean slipped from Suzie’s grip then got ready to lift Emily onto the sofa and descend between her legs. Emily lay on her back and removed her bra, then she raised her ass into the air as Dean slipped his fingers into the tight fabric of her knickers and pulled them off. I could not get used to how beautiful her body was, it was a revelation, from her gorgeous red locks, to her pretty face, her large breasts, tight stomach, full hips, long yet thick legs, even her toes were sexy. I couldn’t help it, my hard on returned before Dean had even entered her.



Dean went down on Emily for a few minutes before moving to penetrate her cunt. She spread her legs as he lined himself up, Rob moved the camera close as Dean’s cock softly slipped into her pussy, making the slightest squishing sound that only I could hear. I longed to know what it would feel like to have my manhood wrapped in her sex. Dean knew how it felt, and he was struggling. I couldn’t help notice he was taking things slower than usual, it looked sexy, but it needed to pick up. After a few minutes Dean called another time out.



Dean apologized to Rob, “sorry boss, I’m having problems, getting too close.” Rob was understandably worried, getting Emily back for another shoot was a huge coup and he needed to make this work. Dean sat in the corner breathing heavily as Emily softly rubbed her pussy, making sure the juices were still flowing. She didn’t need a fluffer, she knew her body.



Rob sent the runner off to fetch some desensitizing lube, then went back to talking to Emily. He didn’t notice that Dean had started to go soft, but Suzie had.



“You want me to take these off?” Suzie asked, referring to her underwear. Dean nodded and stared as her naked body was revealed to him. He had seen it all before, but every time he saw her, all he wanted to do was take her there and then. Suzie knew this, she loved the way his body reacted to her, she felt so powerful.



“Come here babe” Dean grunted. Suzie smiled again and began lightly licking his cock. Dean closed his eyes, I noticed he was sweating. Suzie was really teasing him, loving the control. It was pretty hot, and a few others had noticed the scene that was playing out, including the behind the scenes camera crew. Suzie let out a giggle and sucked the head of his cock, making a popping sound. She laughed again but didn’t notice as he lunged towards her. He took her head in his hands, and forced his cock into her mouth, she didn’t have much control now, but neither did he. Someone quickly called out for Rob but it was too late, he was gone. A huge roar lifted up into the room as Dean slipped out of her mouth, then blasted his precious load all over her face. Stream after stream of the expensive cargo shot from his member. Rob had to refrain from screaming in anger as he at least needed the behind the scenes footage. It was a huge load, there was no way he was cumming again today. When the flow turned to a dribble Dean quickly realized what he had done. Suzie was quiet now, very different from a few moments before. Now Rob could explode. A stream of expletives roared from his mouth, he was furious, both with Dean and Suzie. Suzie quickly ran off crying, locking herself in the bathroom.



Emily quietly returned to her dressing room as Rob ordered everyone out of the room. We stood quietly, trying not to listen to Rob as he tore into Dean, promising to tarnish his reputation. It was bullshit, but Rob meant it at the time. I was amazed Dean kept his cool; it would only take one swing for him to knock Rob out cold. But he took it, and soon Rob was worn out. I think Rob was partially annoyed at himself. He broke the bank getting Emily back, so he couldn’t afford a stand in male actor. After her last film Emily’s stock had risen and she could charge a lot more. Now Rob had paid for her, but didn’t have a cock to put inside her, and although he could probably get Suzie to do a lesbian scene, he knew that wouldn’t be half as popular.



Rob called us back in; he was genuinely at a loss and needed ideas. We managed to get Suzie out of the bathroom, but she was in no state to be in front of a camera today.



Finally Rob spoke, “I’m not sure what I’m going to do, we don’t have a back up, and due to fucking company policy, no man here is holding a full load.”



Suddenly I felt very self conscious, and before I could even look at Suzie, let alone stop her, she choked out, “Zack has.” The room turned to look at me. “He didn’t get time to knock one out this morning, he told me so himself.” I stood in silence.



“Zack is this true?” Rob asked, “How many days you got in there?”



I didn’t say anything before Rob quickly led me into an adjoining room. “Come on buddy, what have you got for me?”



“I’m not sure, two maybe three days, I don’t know?”



“What about length, staying power, force?”



“It’s around six to seven inches, I can cum pretty hard, but I’m not sure how long I’ll last. I’m already pretty wound up, and Emily is so beautiful.”



“Don’t worry about that,” Rob smiled, “we’ll pad it out with an extended masturbation scene, then we’ll get her to suck your cock after you’ve cum. You can get it up again right?”



“If you give me 10-20 minutes.”



Before I knew it the plan was set. I was the stand in; today I was going to fuck Emily Rose.



“Take a shower kid, relax, just don’t blow it!” Those were my orders; Rob looked me in the eye, then headed off to get Emily up to speed.



My heart was racing and I was physically shaking. As I climbed into the shower my head was all over the place and I started to feel dizzy. I’d had a few satisfied girlfriends in the past, a couple of nights I’d been really proud of, but the thought of fucking a pro made me nervous as hell. I shut off the shower and dried off, then put on the robe that had been left for me and went to speak with Emily in her room.



I quietly knocked on the door and Rob called me in. I hesitantly stepped into the room, Rob was stressed as fuck, but Emily was quite sweet to me. I was worried she might be a diva about it, but she was great.



“Don’t worry honey, let me just see what you’ve got first,” she asked. As I disrobed, I couldn’t help feel weird as I stood naked in front of a woman that I had masturbated over on several occasions. She looked me up and down, “got a natural look going on, shame you’re not shaved, but there’s some trimming going on there isn’t there?” I nodded, “I don’t see any problem with this, and you say he’s been checked recently?”



“All staff need a clean bill of health to work for us,” Rob chipped in. “If it’s okay with you Emily, we’ve got Suzie tidying herself up right now. We’ll have her work on Zack until he’s ready, then we’ll shoot the cum shot. I think if we keep it simple, take him in your pussy then have him shoot on your belly; it can’t really go wrong that way.”



“That’s fine with me” Emily replied, “that okay with you honey? Suzie gets you all worked up, then you ride my pussy for a bit and blow on my tits?”



I tried to keep cool but it didn’t work. I spluttered something, but the only reply they needed was between my legs, as my dick stood to attention.



We returned to the set, it felt like all eyes were on me. Rob and Emily set about shooting her masturbation scene as I was led to one side. Suzie had fixed herself up well, her eyes were a little pink and puffy, but she seemed to have completely forgotten about the earlier incident and was relishing the chance to get her hands on my cock. She lubed up her hands then gave me a sultry smile, one she had never aimed at me before, but I was glad to be getting it now.



“Let me know if you’re getting too close,” she purred up at me, then wrapped her pretty little hands around my dick.



Suddenly I understood why Dean had lost control, it felt heavenly, she certainly had some skills. Her slippery fingers worked their magic on me, all the while judging whether I was getting too close to the edge. I was glad they had started shooting Emily’s scene in the next room, as I couldn’t take this for much longer.



I was really starting to enjoy it when Suzie stopped, making me groan out loud.



“Oh no no no, I learnt my lesson, you boys need to learn you’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” she laughed.



“Shit Suzie, I know it’s your job and all, but that feels wonderful.”



“Even better when I’m allowed to finish, maybe one day,” she teased.



I let out another groan as she took me back into her grasp and continued getting me worked up. I was feeling dizzy again and I was really horny now. I could really feel the three days of pent up spunk bubbling in my loins. Suzie could sense I was close and stopped again, there was no talk this time, my arousal was too intense. Suzie motioned to Rob that I was ready and her timing couldn’t have been better. She gave me another quick burst then I was led over to Emily.



Emily was sprawled sideways on the cream sofa. My cock lurched when I saw her pretty pussy, open and waiting for me. Emily smiled at me, I tried to smile back. Rob was giving us last minute instructions, but I was far too aroused to concentrate on what he was saying.



Emily grabbed my face and looked me straight in the eye, “listen sweetie, remember, when its time, pull out and cum all over me.” I nodded and tried to speak, but my throat was dry, Emily giggled and asked a runner to get me some water. I took a deep breath, downed the glass of water then Rob called action.



I had to pretend I had been fucking Emily for 10 minutes, so I grabbed her thighs and pulled her towards me. The head of my penis bobbled around her opening for a moment, then I quickly slipped inside. Time seemed to stop as I was engulfed by her warm sex, I looked into Emily’s eyes and she looked right back at me. I quickly realized I had never fucked a girl bareback before, the sensation was wonderful. I started thrusting into her with abandon, marveling at the beauty that had wrapped herself around my cock. Emily was intermittently letting out sexy little yelps, but still kept watching me as I probed her body.



It was wonderful, it was intense, but soon her feminine wiles pushed me over the edge. As much as I tried to hold back, a thought suddenly popped into my head, ‘Emily Rose’s pussy is making you cum,’ and with that thought, I took one last thrust, then slipped out of her pussy. Rob’s camera came in close as I pulled back my foreskin then exploded all over her pretty body. Even I was shocked at the load that rocketed from my loins. Rope after rope rattled up my shaft and burst forth, coating Emily’s perfect form. I had splattered everywhere, my seed dripped from her pussy to her face. I noticed a couple of shots had landed in her hair, forcing another intense spasm through my body.



No one expected it, but my orgasm gave the very best a run for their money. As the flow turned to a dribble I shifted my body so I could lean back against the sofa, then Emily leaned forward and sucked what was left from my shrinking cock. I was sensitive, but it still felt great as she worked her tongue over my spent member, then she leaned back and smiled at me as she played with the huge load I had deposited on her chest. Unexpectedly she leaned in and kissed me, it took me by surprise, but I went with it anyway.



After about 20 seconds Rob yelled cut and applause broke out. Emily leaned in and whispered “you did well, that was hot!”



“Zack, where the fuck did that come from?” Rob chirped at me. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Go get cleaned up and we’ll shoot the start,” Rob added.



I had another quick shower, and so did Emily, then we set about shooting the start. Emily shot further masturbation scenes whilst I recuperated. Suzie got me hard again, we were supposed to let me go flaccid for the start, but there was no way I could lose this erection. I had to pretend I had walked in on Emily just after her orgasm. She had a look in her eye as she grabbed me by the waistband and pulled down my jeans. My cock crudely jutted out beneath my boxers, Emily looked up at me again and smiled at my obvious arousal, then she slipped her fingers into my underwear and released me to the world. Although we had already shot the ending, this would be my first reveal on film. With a wicked smile she licked the tip of my erection, then took me into her mouth.



Despite my earlier deposit I was starting to worry, I tried to hint at Emily that she was getting me close but she didn’t seem to notice. Just as I was reaching the point of no return she stopped and pressed the base of my cock. I pulsed once and cried out, but I didn’t cum. She looked up at me and whispered “good boy,” then she giggled and gave my cock a playful slap.

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