Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 2

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 2

REVEREND & MRS. MCGINNIS: PART 2 CHRISTIANITY AND SEX; AND KINKY SEX. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/RevAndMrsMcGinnispart2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/02.jpg] She had never in their relationship questioned her love and commitment to this man, and as they lie there in each other s arms, drifting off to sleep, she knew there was nothing but excitement and pleasure ahead of them on this new erotic adventure. She had told him what she wanted, she couldn't wait to find out what he wanted. And she had a pretty good idea of where to start. "Oh, fuck, oh, Fuck, yes; fuck me, fuck me!" Pastor Sam McGinnis had two hands full of his wife Cathy's pert ass, using it for leverage as he drove his rock hard cock into her tight, welcoming cunt from behind. For only the second time in over 15 years he was inside his wife bareback, and he didn't know how long he could last. He had missed the feeling of her silky juices sliding over his skin, her slick, tight walls gripping and spreading over the sensitive flesh of his cock, electrifying his body. Not since shortly after their wedding had he felt this sensation, when he got to empty his balls, unencumbered, into his lovely new bride. Cathy was allergic to birth control, so condoms were their only option, an option neither of them really liked, an option that was definitely a contributing factor to their decline in intimacy over the years. A decline that had continued until last night, when Cathy suggested an alternative, one that made Sam's cock harder than it had been in years. His beautiful wife wanted him to fuck her bareback, and then pull out of her at the last moment and shoot his orgasm on her body. It wasn't the activity itself that got Sam so excited, however, it was the fact that it was an activity she had done with at least one other man before she met Sam. He had been a virgin when they got together, but she had not been, and they never really talked about her sexual past. He had no idea how many men she had been with, or what they had done, or even really what she liked done to her. Until last night. Her suggestion; her request; had cracked open a door that Sam desperately wanted to open further. He had had a bit of a kink for hearing stories and experiences, ever since high school when his platonic female friends would spill all the lurid details of their horny experimentations to their non-threatening male friend. Now, he couldn't stop thinking about other men spraying his wife's hot, young body with thick semen, all the places she may have taken it, wanted it. He needed to know more. He needed to know what else she had experienced. What else she wanted. "Oh fuck, baby, that's it; I'm gonna cum, Sam; I'm gonna cum!" Cathy couldn't believe how turned on she was. There was a lot of doubt in her mind last night about whether opening up her sexual past to her husband was a good idea. She had never wanted to rub it in, never wanted him to feel bad about being a virgin when they met. But now, as she lay perched on her hands and knees on their mattress, bracing herself with one hand against the headboard, the thrusting of her husband's cock driving her full speed toward another orgasm, she wondered why she ever waited so long. She realized the peek into her past had revved Sam up greatly, and it was in that moment that she realized she had almost no idea what turned him on; really turned him on. His fantasies, his kinks, his fetishes, this new adventure they were on was meant to be all about communication, and communication was a two way street. Just the thought of learning new things about her husband, of helping him learn new things about himself, made her cunt gush. But what surprised her the most, what she hadn't expected, was how much re-living experiences from her own past turned her on. Cathy had started having her partners pull out and cum on her body purely as a solution to the birth control problem, but what Sam didn't know, and what she wasn't sure she was ready to share just yet, was that it wasn't just a necessity, it was something she liked. Feeling the searing heat of their sticky loads slap her skin, watching their bodies contort in ecstasy, gave her an intense erotic boost. She thought back to Sam's spurting cock the night before. Then further back to Tom. Then further still to Chris. To Lenny. Her body shuddered, her slick walls gripped and pulsed around her husband's thick, driving cock, and Cathy McGinnis, the pastor's wife, exploded in orgasm. Sam felt his wife convulse and let out a long, strong moan. He sucked in breath through clenched teeth as he drove into her. He wanted to steer her all the way through her pleasure, but the sensations around his swollen cock and the erratic, wild moans from his wriggling wife, were all too much. He let out a loud, desperate grunt of his own as he lost control. He slipped his drenched cock out of Cathy's still-spasming center with abandon, gripped, stroked, and lassoed thick white ropes of cum across his wife's back and all over her heart-shaped cheeks. Exhausted, the lovers both took a moment to catch their breath. Sam looked down on his work, at the white slippery streaks racing up his wife's back. He was impressed he could muster such volume after the previous night. She looked so sexy, splattered in his cream. It was something he never even thought to ask for, but was now quickly becoming something he was desperate to witness again. Cathy looked back over her shoulder, shooting him the most devilish smile he'd ever seen. "Umm; good morning, sweetie." she chuckled. His spent cock throbbed in his hand. Cathy's eyes caught the clock on their bedside table and shot wide. "Shit, we gotta get going!" Sam had completely lost track of time. It was Sunday morning, and he had a sermon to deliver. Church was the furthest thing from his mind, however. Cathy bounded up off the bed. Sam's eyes were glued to her as she padded off to the bathroom, a certain pep in her step, fresh semen cascading down her back. He heard the shower turn on. "What a woman," he thought. Watching her husband from the pews, Cathy had a hard time focusing on the sermon he was giving. Her mind was on the activities of the previous evening, and the activities of the morning. She wondered if it was wrong, sitting there in church day dreaming about fucking her husband, being fucked by him, about his hot cum spurting out all over her, but every time she caught his eye and saw him try to suppress a smirk she knew he was thinking the same thing. She was trying to keep her thoughts more Godly, but they just seemed to get dirtier. She thought about being up there with him tucked down behind the pulpit on her knees, taking him into her mouth while he evangelized, listening to his loud hallelujah when he finally filled her mouth with his cum. She shook it off; thinking about doing naughty things to her husband was one thing, but feeling herself get moist under the eyes of the lord made her feel a little strange. It would just have to wait till later. After the service, as the congregation mingled, Cathy made a B-line to Sandy. Sandy had been the one to give her the suggestion of opening up more with Sam, and she needed to tell her all about it. "Sandy!" she almost yelled, touching her on the shoulder. "Hey Cath, what's up?" Sandy was chatting with her husband Don and their best friend Kelly. "I just wanted to um, thank you, for the advice you gave me yesterday. It was, very productive." After a slight pause to try and remember what advice she gave, Sandy's eyes lit up, followed by a sly smile. "Oh! Of course; come with me, and tell me all about it!" Sandy excused herself from her husband and friend with a wink, and slipped away with Cathy. Don and Kelly looked at each other and smirked knowingly at each other. What Cathy didn't know is that Sandy had told them both all about the conversation they had had at the pool party. The three of them had met at Sandy and Don's for drinks that evening after the party. Their daughter Steph was out for the evening, as were Kelly's daughter Alex and her stepson Tim. They got to talking about the party, and about the new youth pastor Ginny. The girls agreed she was quite a hottie, and could tell by the way Don shifted around in his pants that he agreed as well. This led Sandy to recount her talk with Cathy, and got the three of them speculating on the love life of their pastor and his wife. Don's pants began to grow tighter, and the girls began to tease him, making their idle speculations naughtier and naughtier, until the teasing stopped, and the two women gleefully found themselves on the floor, between Don's legs, taking turns sucking his cock. This was not the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last. Unbeknownst to anyone in their church, these three had been regularly enjoying each other physically for years. Their fellow parishioners would surely be shocked to find out what these three had done with each other, and others. Cathay would be shocked as well if she knew discussion of her conversation with Sandy led to Don taking turns fucking the two friends, to Don throwing his cock repeatedly into Kelly's cunt while she slurped his wife's cunt, and ultimately to the two women giggling and cheering as Don's cum exuberantly spurted out all over them both. "So tell me all about it!" Sandy said, pulling Cathy into a secluded corner of the church. "Well, I, she paused for a moment, unsure of how to continue. She and Sandy were friends, but they'd never shared intimate details before. In fact Cathy hadn't shared intimate details of her love life with Sam to anyone ever. Girl talk about her sex life was something that she used to enjoy, but it seemingly died with her marriage to Sam. It was fun telling her best friend about whose dick she sucked in which backseat when she was younger, but sharing secrets about her marriage seemed wrong. But this wasn't just secrets and gossip, this was advice, wasn't it? Cathy remembered scrunching up her nose at Michelle Gillis when she explained the benefits of swallowing at the end of a blow job, and the satisfaction Cathy felt when she finally did it and realized Sherri was right. It had opened up a whole new door for her, one she soon discovered she really turned her on. It had actively made her love life better. She loved swallowing. She loved swallowing for Sam. She hadn't done it in years; she wanted to swallow for him right then and there. "Well, I'm allergic to birth control," she began again, "and we both hate condoms. After the party last night we were getting frisky and, "Yes?" Sandy said, excited for what was to come next. "And I thought back to what I used to do before I met Sam. With, previous boyfriends." "Oh, really, what was it?" "Once I was comfortable with him we'd stop using condoms and he, Cathy paused again, presented with a threshold of detail she had to choose how to cross. She decided to just go for it. he'd pull out and finish himself on my body." "Oh, nice!" Sandy exclaimed. "And that's something you used to like?" "Sandy, I used to love it." Cathy said forcefully. "Something about the power, the angle, the feeling," she could feel herself getting turned on just thinking about it. "Is that bad?" "Girl, trust me, I have had cum on every inch of my body, and loved it every time. No shame!" They both laughed at Sandy's graphic confession. Cathy blushed slightly, not only at the intimate sharing, but at the sudden image that flashed through her mind. An image of Don fucking Sandy hard, pulling out, and stroking thick spurts of white jizz all over her body. He was hot, she was hot; it was quite the image. "So that's what you did last night?" Sandy pushed on "And this morning," Cathy said with another embarrassed smile. "Hell yeah! And he liked it too?" "If volume and enthusiasm is any indication, yes he loved it." She said, both of them laughing. "That's excellent, Cathy, I'm so happy for you!" Sandy smiled and gave her a big hug. She couldn't wait to tell Don when they got home. The thought of their church leader spraying his lovely wife with his naughty nut was turning her on. She hoped Don would help her reenact it later that evening. "So how're you going to keep it going?" "I don't know, I feel like there are so many options; so many things we've never done together, I had been so nervous to talk about my past with him, but he seemed to be totally into it. I'm not sure where to go next." "Well that's easy," Sandy replied, "you ask him!" "Ask him what?" "Ask him what he likes! You told him what you like, time for him to do the same." "But he doesn't have much of a past," Cathy opined, "he was a virgin on our wedding night." "Sweetie," Sandy said, lowering her eyelids and cocking an eyebrow, "it doesn't matter what they say; everyone has a kink. Everyone has desires. Everyone has a past. It's just a matter of you coaxing it out of him." Cathy smiled, thanked her again, gave her a big hug, and they parted ways. Wandering idly through the foyer of the church, she thought about Sandy's words. It was true Sam was a virgin, but any discussion of sexual exploration ended with that. Surely he had some stories to tell, some secrets to reveal, just as she did. She felt a tingle in her belly at the possibility of discovering them. Looking into the sanctuary she saw Sam chatting with the new youth pastor Ginny. It was her first day at the church, and even now, dressed much more modest than she was at the pool party the previous day, she exuded a certain glow. She sure was a pretty girl, Cathy though. It was obvious Sam seemed to think so too. He was giggling like a teen boy with a crush. Cathy wasn't mad; she had no reason to ever think Sam would do anything inappropriate; but she was curious. Maybe this was something she would have to ask him about. "Oh yes, oh yes, fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Cathy was sweating. Her face was scrunched up in that lusty grimace that precedes ultimate pleasure, her body tense and wild as she rode Sam's face to orgasm. It was Wednesday, and after their new, exciting experiences the previous weekend, there was no lax coasting through date night; on the contrary, neither of them could wait for the day to roll around. They were both antsy through Monday and Tuesday, and for the first time in years found themselves flirting with each other. Quick comments, a pinch here or there, a grab when no one was looking, it was a shock they even made it to Wednesday, and they probably wouldn't have if their schedules had been lighter, or their daughter Christine had been less under foot. But Wednesday rolled around soon enough, Christine was out for the evening at the weekly youth group meeting, and the two excited lovers tumbled into their bedroom in a tornado of arms, lips, and tongues. "Oh my God" Cathy exclaimed in a long, warbling tone. She grabbed Sam's hair tight, felt her thighs flex around his head, and in an instant her body was awash with the explosive pleasure of orgasm. Her mouth hung open, body wracked with sensation, and the corner of her lips pulled into a wild smile. Being still lost in the heady space of cumming, Cathy couldn't see it, but beneath her dripping, still spasming cunt lips Sam was smiling too. Sam loved pleasuring his wife, and was happy she had opened up with him in a way that would allow him to do it more effectively. It was also plain to see that it wasn't just efficiency that he liked, as evident by his hard, straining cock. But it wasn't just the act that turned him on, it was the history she had with it. A history he was interested to learn more about. "Oh my God, that was amazing," Cathy cooed as she settled her head into the crook of Sam's neck, draping her arm across his chest, "you sir are very good at that." She kissed him. She could taste herself. She always liked the taste; it made her feel extra dirty. She couldn't remember the last time she had tasted herself on a man's lips. "I'm a fast learner," he said with a chuckle. He ran his hand over Cathy's ass as she tucked herself tight against him. "Apparently." "And what about you?" He began nervously. He wasn't sure about what he was about to ask, but the surge of blood to his cock told him to press on, "were you a fast learner, the first time you did that?" Cathy paused before she answered. This was going to be a full step over the threshold of their sexual pasts. Were they ready? She looked down at his proud cock standing straight and hard, even with no stimulation. "Yes," she said in a syrupy tone. Sam's cock twitched. She smiled. "When was it?" Sam continued, "the first time you did that?" "College," she said, idly scratching his chest hair. "Do you wanna tell me about it?" He was putting the ball in her court, or attempting to, but she wasn't going to let him off that easily. "Do you want me to?" It was a question dripping with possibility. "Yes," Sam said quietly. "Ok," she said, equally soft. She looked down at his cock, straining and hard, and watched it twitch again. Her hand began to slowly drift down his torso. "Can I touch you while I do it?" "Yes," Sam choked out. "My senior year of college I was, seeing this guy. Tom." "A boyfriend?" "Not quite. It was, I realize now it was all the fun parts of a relationship, but none of the commitment. I didn't realize that at the time." her hand lazily circled his bellybutton as she reminisced. She was going to make him work for it. "From school?" "No, he was, older." She saw Sam's cock twitch again. "How much older?" "A lot." Her hand inched lower, grazing through his pubic hair. "I had the apartment to myself one night, and Tom came over and we started fooling around." Her fingers began to dance across the skin of Sam's cock. "He used to love licking me, she paused as she decided once again how much truth to inject into the story. She chose all of it. because his wife never let him do it to her." "His wife?" Sam exclaimed, his rigid member bouncing right into the palm of Cathy's hand. "Um hmm." she cooed as she slowly started to stroke. "He told me they were divorced, but, I found out later that wasn't exactly true." Sam let out a long exhale through flared nostrils. He couldn't believe how hot this story was making him already. The thought o

Reverend & Mrs. McGinnis: Part 1

REVEREND & MRS. MCGINNIS: PART 1 CHRISTINE'S PARENTS LEARN TO RECONNECT AND EXPLORE. By Liminally Spaced [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=6489368&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/RevAndMrsMcGinnispart1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/rev-and-mrs-mcginnis/01.jpg] It was Wednesday, so that meant that Pastor Sam McGinnis and his wife Cathy should have been having sex, not sitting on opposite sides of the living room watching tv. Cathy felt a familiar, pleasant flutter emanate from her loins, one spurred on by the handsome lead actor in their favorite show. As the credits rolled, she turned her frisky eyes to her husband of 15 years, the father of their beautiful teenage daughter Christine, her lover, her partner, her absolute soul mate, and found him quietly asleep. Turning off the tv, Cathy gave Sam a kiss on the forehead and left him undisturbed. Settling into bed for the night, she glanced over at her nightstand and contemplated reaching inside for her vibrator, the way she had done on many a similar night, but this time she only glanced. Cathy turned over, and drifted off to sleep wondering how they had ended up here, where even scheduled sex racked up more I O Use than "oh my Gods". In fact, it was a wonder that they were sexually compatible at all. Sam was a virgin when they met, and remained one up until their wedding night. He was a believer and a follower of Christ, and had an eye on the seminary, when he was young. He may have had more Christly pursuits, but he was still a man, and still filled with the same hormones and desires coursing through his body as every other 18 year old. As his teenage years progressed, and his lustful desires came online, Sam developed one vice: masturbation. He believed it to be a sin, but he also believed it to be the only way to process and deal with the lustful urges that came with being a hormonal eighteen year old, surrounded by equally hormonal, and equally horny, eighteen year olds. He went to public school and had a lot of female friends, as he was generally considered non-threatening due to his religious nature, and therefore ended up as the sounding board for many of their relationship problems. Most times this was just tame frustrations of high school dating, but many times this also included play by plays of new exciting experiences, and much to his delight and eternal frustration, the girls who were open with their experiences tended to be extremely open. He heard from Lisa Berry about her boyfriend's big cock, and how happy she was when she finally managed to get it all inside her. Amy Lennon told him about how she liked to masturbate with the handle of her favorite hairbrush. Shauna Reed told him how she liked to swallow because it made the cleanup much easier. Chloe Ricks told him how she and her best friend fingered each other on a cruise. He took their sexual confession willingly and without judgment, and after hearing each of their stories, and asking rounds of probing questions that were enthusiastically answered, found himself in his bed at night, cock in hand, spraying his frustrated cum high into the air. His sex-fueled mind rationalized this as a good compromise, as a way to keep his desires in check, and it served him well; up until his first night with his new bride. Cathy herself was no stranger to the church. She was the youngest daughter of a very Catholic Italian family, and had attended an all-girls catholic high school. Her overprotective father thought it would keep her away from the boys, a notion she found extra humorous the night she lost her virginity to one of the students from the neighboring all-boys school, her school uniform skirt bunched up around her waist as he pushed into her. A prolific masturbator already, losing her virginity was something high on her list of to-dos, catholic upbringing be damned, and opened the sexual floodgates for her at the age of eighteen. She had a number of boyfriends through college, and even a one night stand here or there, but it wasn't until she met her last boyfriend Tom that she really started having great sex. An older man with a great cock, Tom lit her body up in ways that no college boy had to that point. Sex before Tom had been fun, but she realized she had mostly been catering to the desires of the men she was with. It was through Tom that she finally discovered she could focus on her own pleasure as well. She was cum-drunk and thought she was in love, which was why it was so devastating when he left her to go back to the wife she didn't even know he had. He had had his fling with the young, hot college girl, and now it was time to grow up. She learned a lot from Tom. Not only about love and sex, but about respect. She realized it wasn't something she had had much of in her relationships up to that point, but she did with Sam. He respected her. Which is why she respected him when he told her he wanted to wait till marriage to have sex. Sam and Cathy met at the wedding of a mutual friend, and the two hit it off immediately. They had the chaste courtship Cathy thought only existed in books and movies, but over the next year she never missed an opportunity to playfully test Sam's resolve. Cleavage here, a slight brush of the hand there, a hot word whispered into an attentive ear; it could have felt manipulative and mean, but Sam loved it, because he knew she respected his path. He knew she had been with other men, and he didn't care; that was all in the past. What mattered was their future together. He always told her that regardless of what she may have done with other men, their wedding night would be their first time, and that's what mattered. When that wedding night finally came, they barely made it into the hotel room before their bodies collided in a frenzy of kisses and gropes. Cathy knew this was going to be Sam's first time, and she wanted him to truly get to experience it, so she took matters into her own hands to make sure he did. Pushing him against the closed door of the room, Cathy sank to her knees. She rustled through the bindings of Sam's pants, freed his cock, and took it into her mouth, deep and wet. Sam groaned the groan of a man finally freed from repression. He had no reason to feel ashamed or guilty; this was no random woman along the way, this was his wife. His wife, on her knees, fully clothed, right there in the entryway of the hotel room, sucking his cock. It felt right. It felt good. For Cathy as well. In her moments of weakness she had been worried that making a commitment to a man she had never been with would be a mistake, but there, tasting him for the first time, feeling his thick length slip between her lips and fill her mouth, she knew there was nothing to fear. She was pleasing this man, pleasing her husband, not because of some perceived obligation, but because she loved him. Quickly, she felt his hands on her head, gripping at her hair. His body began to twitch, gasps started to echo in the tight entryway, and his balls jumped in her caressing hand as Sam filled his wife's mouth with a thick load of cum. He felt like his whole body was vibrating out of his cock and into her mouth. It was unlike anything he had ever felt. He had jerked off countless times, but this was something wholly different. New. Special. The two young newlyweds never left each other's gaze as Cathy pulled off his cock and discreetly wiped her lips. Sam saw her throat pulse as she swallowed. She smiled. His cock throbbed; he was still hard. The sensations, the intensity of the moment, his body was still buzzing. The feeling was mutual. Cathay was soaking wet, and practically trembling before her new husband. He helped her to her feet, and held her close. Their breath came strong and fast, like two animals in heat. Their lips collided, tongues thrashing. Sam tasted an unfamiliar flavor as he explored his new bride's mouth. He knew at once it was his cum. This only made him throb harder. They tumbled backward toward the bed. Cathy knew there would be plenty of time for finesse; a whole life's worth of time; -but right now there was only one thing they both wanted. Sam sighed as Cathy's breasts were freed to the night air. He had never seen them, barely touched them, and now, with them presented for his enjoyment, he was ravenous for them. Supple, perky, modest, they fit perfectly in his hands. She moaned as he squeezed them, moaned louder when his lips latched on to her nipple. Clothes wrenched asunder, barely off, some still hanging on for dear life, Cathy wrapped her legs around her husband and felt the dripping tip of his hard, desperate cock sliding nearer and nearer to her boiling center, but never finding the mark. Cathy ran her hands over the muscles in his arms and back as he suckled and squeezed. The abstinence in their relationship obviously went both ways, and she needed this as bad as he did. It had been almost two years since she last had sex. Frantically she reached down and positioned him. His head slipped between her lips. They locked eyes. She nodded. He pushed. Sam may have been a virgin, but he knew enough to be gentle on this first entry. Besides, he wanted to. He wanted to feel every millimeter. He momentarily lost his breath as he fed his cock into his new bride. The heat, the pressure, the pleasure, it was a revelation. Cathy's eyes widened as she received him, gasping. She didn't know if it was the multi-year celibacy, or the fact that for the first time she was with someone she actually loved, but at that moment, Cathy felt like it wasn't just his first time, but hers as well. It was their first time, and that was what mattered. She felt his pubic bone press against hers as he bottomed out inside her. They held still for a moment, kissing, feeling their bodies connected as one. Their eyes locked, and they smiled. She ran a hand over his face, the contours and ridges of his cheeks, the pillowy softness of his lips. Of her husband's lips. Her husband, who at that moment was filling her up with his thick, hard cock. "Sam," she said breathlessly. She felt him twitch inside her. It made her smile. "Yes?" he said, looking down at his new bride under him. "Please, fuck me." He smiled. He throbbed. He kissed her. He did as he was asked. They rolled around the bed, gasping, feeling, experiencing each other for the first time. Thanks to Cathy's strategic blowjob, Sam was primed, allowing them to really enjoy their first time together. When their coupling reached its feverish peak, a chorus of moans and gasps echoing through their hotel room, Sam thrust wildly into his new bride and erupted, filling her with his seed. Cathy smiled. This was a first for her; Sam was the first person to ever cum inside her without a condom. At least on purpose, anyway. Her body didn't accept birth control, so it was condoms or nothing for her, and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't at least one slip up along the way. It would be the first of many loads she accepted from him in the early days of their marriage. Christine was born about 10 months later. The pregnancy had been rough, and they stopped having sex a few months in. The birth of their daughter had also coincided with Sam finally achieving his dream of being the pastor of a church. The two lost no love or affection for each other, but as their lives got busier, physical intimacy started to slide down the list of to dos. Add to that Cathy's desire to not have another child after the stress of the first pregnancy, and it meant that the times they did make love they were relegated to using condoms. They got the job done, but didn't exactly set their erotic lives on fire. As Christine got older, and Sam and Cathy had more time to themselves, they realized their erotic life was something that needed more attention and care; enter the weekly scheduled sex night. It started off great, those first few nights coming close to that fire they had for each other on their honeymoon, but soon, as these things do, they fell back into habit, and found their erotic lives filled with more rain checks than orgasms. When they did make love, there was only one word Cathy could think of to describe it: efficient. Like clockwork, some light foreplay would lead to Sam struggling to work the condom down over his cock, slip into her missionary-style, and begin thrusting. It's not that it was unpleasant, on the contrary, Sam always did his best to get her off, it was just routine. After her orgasm, or some nights in lieu of, Sam would grip her legs the same way, push deeply into her a four or five times, and fill the plasticky barrier. Even when she didn't cum, she loved it when he did. The condom was a pain, for sure, but she loved the feeling of him on top of her, loving her, filling her up. The throb and twitch of his member as he emptied himself inside her always sent a pleasant tickle through her body, at least on the nights she got to experience it. This was not one of those nights. Cathy didn't blame her husband for falling asleep; he had been working very hard, preparing the church for the arrival of the new youth pastor Ginny, and her husband Todd. Having a big in-ground pool meant the welcome barbecue was going to be at their house at the weekend, and the week had been spent preparing for a party that would see a large number of the church's congregation attend. People started arriving around noon, with the guests of honor rolling in just before one. They were all smiles as they were greeted by their new community, and Cathy and Sam had met them both with handshakes and hugs. It was the first time Cathy had met Ginny. Sam had spent a number of phone calls with her, going over details and theory, and had already met her in person on a number of occasions for lunch, or to show her around her new spiritual home. He had never mentioned how pretty she was. A gorgeous Filipino girl in her late twenties, Ginny had a big, beaming smile, and a casual style that wasn't provocative, but wasn't stuffy either. Sam was quick to lead them into the party, all smiles, giving Ginny plenty of attention. Sam was always so welcoming, so kind, and yet to Cathy's eyes she couldn't help but feel like there was an extra pep in his step as he introduced her around. As they entered the party, Ginny's husband Todd's hand perched on her lower back just above her perky, young ass, Cathy couldn't help but wonder what their sex life was like. Later, Cathy was sitting in quiet thought, idly stirring her drink, spaced out to the point that she didn't even hear the question from the person sitting next to her. "Hmm? What's that, Sandy?" "She was just being lewd, Cathy," Kelly piped in, across the table from her best friend, "don't pay it any attention." "What! I just said, having this pool party was genius; I bet the boys can't wait to get a peek at what the new girl has hiding under her clothes! It's only natural, it's nothing scandalous." Sandy spun the stem of her margarita glass slowly. "In fact, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious myself!" "Sandy!" Kelly chided playfully "Oh come on, Kel, don't act like you're not looking forward to seeing what she looks like in a bathing suit!" "I'm not!" Kelly said matter of factly, before a smile broke out across her face and she let slip "I'm more interested in her husband Todd." The two friends laughed, but Cathy only weakly smiled. Cathy loved Sandy and Kelly; they were two best friends who were very much on her wavelength. They loved the church, loved the community, but were nowhere near as uptight and pious as some of the other congregation, Sandy especially. As far as bodies went, Sandy had one to die for. Curves in all the right places, a mane of beautiful dirty blonde hair, and two magnificent breasts that seemed to defy age, gravity, and childbirth, Sandy was a knockout, and her husband Don was her equal in every way. It was tough for Cathy not to be jealous of Sandy and Don. It was clear that they were still very much in love, very much still physical with each other. They didn't flaunt it, and were never inappropriate, but Cathy could tell. She was even embarrassed to admit she had touched herself in the shower at least once, thinking about what their sex must be like, jealous, wishing her own marriage could be as passionate. If she only knew, Kelly headed off toward the bathroom, and offered to get the girls more drinks, which they both eagerly accepted, leaving Cathy and Sandy alone. Sandy sipped her drink. She noticed a far-away look in Cathy's eye, and followed her gaze over to Sam, standing by the grill talking to Don. She didn't blame her, on either account. Sam was a good looking guy, she wasn't so blind as to not notice, but Sandy couldn't help but take a minute to ogle her own husband. Fit and strong, he looked so good, his muscles shiny and golden, pouring out from the straps of his tank top. He was wearing the swimsuit she bought him for their trip to Ibiza. She felt a stirring in her loins as she remembered seeing that swimsuit out of the corner of her eye, wrapped around his ankles as Don fucked her in the ass on the balcony of their suite. It had been a while since she took him in her ass. She smiled as she contemplated surprising him with it when they got home that night. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Sandy said with a coy smile. "Hm?" Cathy replied, distracted. "I'm saying the grill ain't the only place you're gonna find some delicious meat, am I right?" "Oh," Cathy said dreamily, "Sure." Sandy eyed her friend suspiciously. Usually Cathy was happy to play along with some gentle lewd humor, but something was different. She had something on her mind. Sandy decided not to push, but she didn't have to. "Hey, Sandy, can I ask you something?" Cathy said, not looking at her friend, idly spinning the ice melting in her glass. "Anything, love," Sandy responded, more curious than ever. "You and Don, how often do you guys have sex?" A smile broke out over Sandy's face. "Naughty, naughty, Mrs. McGinnis!" "I'm not trying to be, I'm serious, Sandy, I know you're not shy." "How often, like how many times a day?" "A day?" Cathy almost spit, her eyes exploding up from her melting ice. "I'm just kidding," Sandy laughed, "but the look on your face was priceless." Sandy thought about what to say next. She could tell Cathy the truth, tell her that she and Don not only fucked very regularly, but that the also frequently enjoyed the company of other people in their bed as well, that there was at least one member of her husband's congregation with whom she had shared Don's cock, but Sandy knew that wasn't why she was asking. "I think the question is, how often do You and Sam have sex?" There

The Dames of Wayward Inn: Part 1

THE DAMES OF WAYWARD INN: PART 2 THE LADIES OF THE PUB BECOME CALENDAR GIRLS. BASED ON A POST BY BIG GALUTE [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Biggalute/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TheDamesOfWaywardInn2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TheDamesOfWaywardInn2.jpg] AN UNSCHEDULED LOCATION SHOOT. I was lost in my own little world on the way to a wilderness reserve, excited about resuming my boudoir photography hobby. One of the nation's most beautiful un-discovered beautiful young women was joining me, as my first model for a charity calendar project. It was just after 4am on a cool summer morning. Our chatting went silent for a few minutes but then I had a crazy idea. "There's a 24hr food truck up ahead, it caters for all the trucks passing this way. There was a bloke called John runs it at nights and I used to stop and have a cuppa and a chat with him. Do you fancy a cup of tea?" "Yeah, why not. I don't think anyone will see me if I need to pee later." We pulled into the rest stop and we were the only ones there. Before we got out of the car I turned to Karen. "I've got an idea, you can obviously say no if you don't want to do it. Do you fancy a few photos for your fans page? If John's okay with it you could stand in front of the truck and open the coat and I could take some photos." Even in the dark of the car I could see she was thinking about it. "Maybe, I'm not sure. I've taken all my own photos so far but I suppose you'll be seeing me naked later anyway. It'll be nice to have some photos taken with a proper camera. Do you think John will mind?" "Who knows, he seemed a fairly sound guy, we'll have to ask him." We sat there for a few moments talking about it, Karen building herself up and getting more and more into the idea. When we walked up to the concessions truck I was pleased to see it was John working, and he greeted me like an old friend, extending his hand to Karen when I introduced her as a friend of mine. Some blokes will get smarmy when an older man introduces a beautiful younger woman as a 'friend,' but John just took it in his stride. We made small talk as we drank our tea but then I had to bring up the subject of the photos, "Actually John, one of the reasons we're out here in the middle of the night is that we're on our way to do a photo shoot, I just had an idea that doing some photos in front of your van would be cool. Would that be possible?" "I think it should be, but I don't want to be in any of the photos, even in the background." "That's fine, it'll just be Karen and the van." I almost ran to the car to get my camera, wanting to get finished before anyone else pulled up. As I was walking back it dawned on me that John hadn't asked what sort of photos we were taking. The two of them were chatting away and I was impressed with how calm and relaxed Karen seemed. I was thinking about that but also about lighting. The lights of the van were bright and I knew Karen would need to stand close to the step van so they wouldn't be behind her. I had it straight in my head and told her where I wanted her to stand, telling John to leave the van if he didn't want to be in them. John came out and stood behind me, out of the way as far as he was concerned but now looking directly at Karen. I didn't know how she'd react. I couldn't blame her if she wanted to stop. I pulled a 'sorry' face but Karen smiled back and gave me a little wink and nod, to carry on. "Right Karen, look directly at me and start to undo your buttons." She undid the buttons but kept the coat closed as she did so, "Right Karen, shoulders back a little and open the coat." "Wow! Blimy!" It was John, Karen giggled and her smile got even wider at his exclamations. I was aware of time and I quickly went through different poses, “Move the coat that way, pout, stick your boobs out,” that sort of thing, Karen's smile and enthusiasm, the star of each photo. I thought we'd finished but then Karen asked John if it would be okay to take some photos inside the van. He gave an enthusiastic “Yes!” Very calmly, Karen removed the coat and laid it across one of the picnic tables, smiling at the two of us and turning and walking to the entrance to the step van. Thankfully I was quick enough and got some shots of her as she walked. She looked out from the van and I knew straight away that they would be great photos, Karen's smiling face and great tits clearly visible above the counter, she even picked up some of the utensils and posed with them. She was a natural food server. I darted around from the outside of the counter, and entered the van, where I got some great side-view picks of Karen's perky nipples in the cool early darkness. Prepping food and wiping down the counter. She slipped a disposable fold-open paper food server hat and I captured even more pics. We thanked John, but he said it was his pleasure, his smile making us all laugh. Back in the car I didn't need to ask her if she was okay, "That was brilliant, I can't wait to see the photos. Thank you for thinking of that, I think we make a great team." I just nodded and smiled, thinking to myself that she was right, we did make a good team. As we drove to the wilderness area, for what was our intended calendar photo shoot; I was explaining to Karen about the dress and the wig and how I came to have them. "Steve, I bet Bernie looked amazing in them.” Karen surmised. “I remember the first time I met her, she was wearing an off the shoulder Bardo top. She had a beautiful face, but what I remember most is her collar bones. They were so straight and elegant, and she was so sexy." I hadn't heard of a Bardo top, but I remembered the described top, so I knew what she was talking about. I was smiling at the memory when Karen added, "I bet she was even sexier when she took the dress off." It seemed a strange thing to say. but I didn't mind, smiling more and saying, "Yes she was." Daylight was just breaking as we reached the parking lot, and as I got out of the car I was pleased to feel the dampness of the wilderness area, a slight chill to the air. I got the bag with the dress and the wig in it, "Do you want to put it on here or when we get to the location?" Karen took the bag and said, "It'll be easier to put it on here. Leave the car doors open so I can see what I'm doing." She hadn't even buttoned the coat up when leaving the food truck, and as she removed it I found myself turning to give her some privacy, just noticing an amused smirk on her face as I did so. "Can you do me up?" Karen had her back to me and I'd forgotten how far the zipper came down, the top of her ass crack was clearly visible. The zip just barely did up, Karen laughing and saying 'That's snug,' as I gave it one last tug. She turned around and I stood back to admire her, a 'wow' involuntarily escaping my lips. She actually blushed and said 'thank you.' She put on the wig and, once she'd played with it a bit, she was transformed. Karen had short silky hair and the wig was a curly titian red, a bit classier than some of Bernie's other wigs that she herself had described as strippers wigs. The whole ensemble, the cascading red hair and the fine lace top, had an almost Victorian feel to it, if you ignored Karen's chocolate brown nipples trying to poke holes in the lace. I got my camera and took some photos by the car, me adjusting settings and Karen smiling and enjoying playing with her curls. I'd originally planned on shooting on one of the paths that led to some trees; but on the way I came across a small pond with wading birds and the rising mist looking amazing in the early daylight. "How do you want me to pose?" I got Karen to turn away and face the water with me behind her. I told her to put her legs together and lift up her dress till I could see her bum. She leaned forward a little and I knew straight away that that would be the main photo for her calendar page. It had a cheeky, playful feel to it, almost in contrast to the stunning background. I then got her to turn around and lift her dress again, playing with different facial expressions and leg positions. None of these would be suitable for the calendar but I enjoyed taking them. We were chatting on the way back to the car and I mentioned that we hadn't decided on the final layout for the calendar, whether to have just one main picture on each page, or whether to have a main picture and a few smaller ones of each model. "All the photos you took were very similar, why don't we do some indoor ones that show off the dress more." "We could do that, but then your face would be in them and you might be recognizable." I advised her of the factors. "That's possible, but I think this wig is amazing and I don't think anyone will recognize me. We could take some and see." "I think the other shots don't need to be so explicit, your boobs look great pressed in the lace.” I suggested. Then I added; “We could go for sexy and alluring, rather than showing too much." "That's brilliant and you know what? We should take the photos back at the pub, there's beautiful furniture there, and it will really suit this dress and wig." Karen said with inspiration. I knew straight away that she was right. It was still only 7am on a Sunday morning and no staff would be there for hours. I was getting to like Karen more and more. It brought back fond memories of my times with Bernie, doing photo projects. Not just her personality but also the way she thought about modeling and photography. We entered via a side entrance that led to the pub but also up to my apartment, "Are you hungry?" "Starving." "We should have some breakfast before we continue, follow me." Up in my kitchen I set Karen up with my laptop so she could look at the photos we'd taken, whilst I prepared breakfast. I used to enjoy cooking but had gotten out of the habit, mainly just eating in the pub. I uploaded the raw pics to a cloud account and emailed Karen an access code so she could keep her own copies. She took her time looking at the photos and I was starting to get a bit nervous, wondering at her reaction. Eventually she said, "These are amazing, by far the best pictures I've ever had taken." She actually looked quite emotional. She blushed a little, "I didn't realize I'd shown quite so much when I'd lifted the dress at the front, do you think they'll be okay for the calendar?" It was my turn to blush. "No, but I enjoyed taking them." "Steve?” She said in a low tone; “Did you get turned on when you were taking the photos?" I wasn't expecting that and was a bit thrown. I decided to answer as honestly as I could. "Not really, when I'm taking photos I get completely lost in the process, even when I'm directing you to show a bit more. The only time I got turned on or distracted was when you first turned around in the dress, your nipples were pointing through the lace, it must have been the cold, but I thought you looked incredibly sexy." Karen smiled. "It wasn't the cold, which stimulated them. When you were zipping me up I could feel your breath on my neck, it sent shivers through me." I didn't know what to say, but then Karen started laughing, "When you're directing me to show a bit more, you have to stop saying 'show me more of your private delights.' it sounds weird. These are my tits or boobs, this is my bum or ass and this is my cunny or pussy." She had the most delectable cheeky smile on her face as she pointed to the different features of her anatomy. We started eating our breakfast and fell into an easy silence, comfortable together, knowing enough about each other to know there would never be anything between us, but that it was okay to get turned on sometimes. As we were drinking our tea, Karen was telling me more about running an online fan page, saying that the girls who were most successful and made the most money put a lot of effort into it, as if it was a full time job, "They have to advertise on social media, reply to fans on their pages, as well as taking photos and filming videos. They also have to keep it fresh, new ideas for photos, buying better equipment, it's full on." I was interested in what she was saying, asking questions and saying that to me it sounded just like running a business, that the girls who did well were obviously canny business people, as well as being beautiful and sexy. "It's funny, some of the most successful aren't necessarily the prettiest or have the best bodies,” Karen enlightened me. “They normally provide the full package, you feel entertained as well as turned on." "I can see that, I bet their personalities shine through. You could do that. You have great tits and ass." We both smiled at me talking that way, "But you just ooze joy and sexiness, a great combination. It's not all about flashing your cunny, it can be about the tease and about looking at a beautiful, sexy woman. It's also about the quality of the photography,” Karen then set her tea down and seriously asked me; "Would you be my photographer? I'll pay you." I surprised myself with how quickly I answered. "I'd love to. You don't need to pay me. I have an idea. I think you should cut down your hours working here, maybe to two days a week. It's summertime and I have students looking for work, so I can cover you. I have to do all the shoots for the calendar and I'd like you to help me with them, both for your ideas but also as a chaperone, To protect everyone's reputations. You'll get a chance to learn more about photography and lighting, and I'll get all your ideas. In return for this I'll help you with your page, taking photographs and maybe even videos if you want." I didn't have to ask her what she thought, as she got up and leaned in to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We were both on a bit of a high and got lost for time as we sat there bouncing ideas off of each other, both for the calendar and her page. I eventually looked at my watch and said. "Shit, we only have an hour till the pub opens, we'll need to hurry to get set up and take the photos." Karen stood up and I looked down at her feet, "What size shoe do you wear?" "Six, six and a half, depending on the width." "Same as Bernie, there are some heels in the wardrobe, they might look better for these photos." Karen followed me into the bedroom and the first thing she noticed was the bed. "That's so cool, I've never seen a four poster in real life." Before I could stop her she'd jumped up onto the bed and laid there, posing and giving me her best sultry look, "What do think?" "Beautiful, now come here and look at the shoes, we don't have much time." She gave me a sullen teenager look, but then smiled and came over to me. I pulled out a selection of heels from the bottom of the wardrobe, Karen picking up a pair with six inch heels and laughed as she said, "Was Bernie a stripper in a secret life?" I struggled to keep a straight face, thinking that that was exactly what we'd used them for. “Only for one select audience, after our wedding reception.” "I don't think I could walk down the stairs in them but they might come in useful for a photo shoot for my page, what do you think?" "I think you have a great ass anyway, but in those it would be spectacular." I was getting used to talking about parts of Karen's body in such terms, and I liked it. Before she could choose a pair of heels she noticed the dresses, hanging in the wardrobe. Pulling a couple out and holding them against herself. "I'd love to try these on." "And I'd love to see you in them, particularly this one." I pointed to a fitted blue dress she was holding, the side split all the way to the waist, "You'd look incredible in it but we don't have time right now." I was half tempted to open the pub late and let her try them on, hopefully watching her change, but then thought better of it. I grabbed two small studio lights from a cupboard as Karen eventually chose a pair of heels to wear. I quickly placed the lights, more with guesswork than anything else, and Karen started posing, there in the master bedroom, with all the grand antique furnishings. She really was a natural, almost reading my mind, her positions and expressions changing almost before I directed her. There was a large ornate mirror and Karen had the idea of me catching her reflection in it. She looked great but there was something missing, "Try to look whimsical." I told her. She pulled it off perfectly but I still wasn't happy. "We need something else, especially for the calendar. We need a cheeky, challenging element. We need to see your nipples poking at the lace." She looked straight at me, holding my stare, a cheeky grin creeping across her lips as she said, "Well, you could breathe on my neck or I could do this." Her right hand went to her boobs and her fingers started to pinch her nipples through the material, a low, guttural moan came from her as she tweaked them some more. They were definitely hard and pokey but now the material was creased, because of how hard and large her dark nipples were. I pointed it out. She tried to brush it out with her hand but it was still obvious. "You brush it out then. You can see it better than I can." I hesitated and we both smiled "Okay I will, but only because it's for the calendar." Karen giving me a look like, 'yeah I believe you.' I put my left hand under her boob and pulled the dress taut, my right thumb rubbing across her nipples a few times before I was satisfied, Karen giving an exaggerated sexual moan just to make us both laugh. We finished and cleared up just in time for opening, Karen giving me another kiss on the cheek and saying it had been a long night and she was going home to bed. I had a full day's work to do. Sunday lunches are often one of our busiest times, and today one was no different. It was going on four before I finally got a chance to chat with Jess. I told her some of what had gone on in the night and also that Karen had agreed to be a chaperone and helper on the other shoots. "You don't need a chaperone for me, my love, unless it's to stop me molesting you." I'd normally have a smart answer for one of Jess's quips but was so tired I could only manage a smile. "She's also good with ideas, she'll be here just after nine in the morning, does that suit you?" She said it did, and I went upstairs for an hour of sleep before the evening session. When I finally got to bed that evening I couldn't resist logging onto Karen's page. She'd loaded up the photos from the food Truck; and although not all the lighting was to my liking, she did look great, especially the ones from inside the van. She'd already had loads of views and lots of comments, just like you'd expect 'You can suck on my sausage any time you like' etcetera, I texted her to say I thought they looked great and that I'll see her tomorrow, I fell asleep before she had a chance to reply. THE OTHER 11 MONTHS. For all of the models other than Jess I'd planned on meeting them beforehand and discussing what we'd do. For Jess I wanted to shock her, play her at her own game and see how she'd react. I had a very definite idea in my head and was a little nervous, in case it was too much. Jess, Karen, and I met in the pub for Jess's event; and were having a cup of tea, Jess quieter than normal, obviously a bit nervous. I had a small bag with me that had her costume in it, she asked me what it was but I just smiled and tapped my nose. What it actually was was a short apron with 'cook' written across the front bodice, Bernie had bought it as a bit of a joke years, earlier. I had this vision of Jess naked except for the apron, only the side of her boobs and her big ass visible. When I eventually showed it to her, she looked shocked, holding it up and calling me 'A cheeky bastard.' She then added, "I'm a chef, not a cook." We were all laughing, me as much from relief as anything else. We went into the main kitchen and I explained what sh

The Dames of Wayward Inn: Part 1

THE DAMES OF WAYWARD INN: PART 1 THE GHOST OF BERNADETTE GUIDES THE PUB BACK TO IT'S PAST GLORY. BASED ON A POST BY BIG GALUTE [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Biggalute/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TheDamesOfWaywardInn1.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/TheDamesOfWaywardInn1.jpg] LIFE, DEATH AND FUN PHOTOGRAPHY. My name's Steve Potter. For the last thirty odd years I've been a pub manager. For the last seven years I've managed the Wayward Inn, an historic coaching Inn that has apparently hosted both royalty and rogue bandits over its checkered history. It no longer offers lodging accommodation, so is more just a pub, but the history is still interesting and a great pull for visitors. Bernie and I lived upstairs, where 4 of the lodging rooms were converted into a rather ornate apartment, still holding the 18th century charm of the landmark inn. Across the hall we had two large meeting rooms for large group reservations. The meeting rooms were originally barracks-style lodging with 10 double-stack bunks in each room, One for men and boys, the other for women and girls. Until 20 years ago, they were a hostel. At the back end of the upstairs, a 2-story addition was built, bringing modern plumbing to the complex. Downstairs restrooms and an expanded kitchen, and upstairs hall restrooms, plus a kitchen which adjoined the apartment dwelling of the proprietors. Until last year, I managed it with my wife Bernadette, known to one and all as Bernie. Unfortunately Bernie got sick and, despite fighting so hard, she didn't get better. After Bernie died I was in grieving despair, convinced there was nothing left for me in life. I was in a dark place and nearly gave up. I still miss Bernie every day. Her wisdom, her laughter, and positive energy. And, if I have to be honest, I miss our sex life, too. We never managed to have children, but we had a lot of fun trying. As the years went by we kept it interesting by trying new things. One of these is that we started reading erotica together, our favorite site being Literotica. Bernie's favorite categories were 'Loving Wives' and 'Group Sex.' When I asked her why, she said that if you're going to have fantasies you might as well make them big ones, like having an affair with a well hung stud bull; or getting fucked senseless by a group of horny strangers. It made a sort of sense, I suppose. For my part, I had a far less fertile imagination. My favorite stories were mainly in the Exhibitionist/Voyeur section, which often fed into my interest in photography. I'd always been a keen photographer and had even won some local awards for some nature photography. Some of my better pictures of the local area are displayed on the walls of the pub. When we red these stories, we would sometimes role play; me being the randy photographer and Bernie the sexy model who I persuade to show more and more skin, before finally seducing her. Needless to say, these photos are certainly not up on the walls of the pub. I didn't give up on life, and what's mainly got me through this last year; is the support of the staff that worked with us in the pub. Many of them have been with us from the beginning. They are more like family than employees. One of these staffers is Karen; a single mum in her late twenties who's been with us for over five years now. She normally works as a waitress during our busy lunch times when her children are at school; and occasionally behind the bar in the evenings, if she has a babysitter or the kids are with their father. She's very popular with our regular lunchtime crowd but is equally at home behind the bar, giving it a sassy barmaid vibe and well able for any cheeky customers who think that a pretty young girl is easy game. She just has a way of talking and listening to people that leaves them feeling better about themselves. As you can tell, I'm very fond of her. Recently I'd noticed that she hadn't been herself, looking distracted as if she had a lot on her mind. I'd asked her in passing whether everything was okay, and she'd given me her usual lovely smile and assured me it was. Then a couple of days at work she just disappeared for short periods and was sometimes late coming back from her breaks, something she would normally not do. I was worried that she might be unwell or pregnant or that something else was bothering her. I didn't want to confront her about it, in case I made things worse; instead asking one of her friends if she knew what was going on. She said Karen wasn't unwell but that I needed to talk to her, myself. It sounded a bit ominous, but I waited till things had quietened down and asked Karen if I could have a quick word with her. I explained that I'd noticed her work had changed and that I was more worried about her than the work, asking her what was going on. She looked worried and I could see her thinking about what to say. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I've got an 'Only-Fans' page, and things have gotten a bit out of hand." I thought I knew what an Only-Fans page was and was a bit shocked. But I couldn't see how that affected her work at the pub, "First of all;” I said in a relieved tone; “I'm really glad you're not ill or something. Second of all, how is that affecting what you do here?" She was starting to blush, "Well I took some photos here, when I was at work and they were really popular. And now it's what a lot of my fans are asking for." She was now fully embarrassed, and struggling to look at me. I was struggling myself. Struggling to get my head around it and what it actually meant. "So you took some photos here in the pub and put them on your page?" She nodded. "Can I presume these were saucy photos?" I softly asked. She nodded again, saying;"I can understand if you need to fire me, I'm really sorry." Her head was down, rubbing her hands nervously. "God no,” I said emphatically. “I don't want to fire you, I just need to get my head straight with this. Where did you take these photos? "In the staff changing room, mainly." "Mainly?" I inquired. "Well I took some on the stairs, and some in the lady's toilets, also." She confided. I shook my head in disbelief ; “And did you have your pub uniform on?" "Well; on and off." Karen suppressed a bashful grin. This was such a funny, mad answer that I couldn't help but smile, Karen looking at me and the two of us laughing. "You are crazy." I finally chuckled out. "I know, but I promise that I always covered the embroidered pub logo on my shirt, so no one could identify it. I also made sure there was nothing in any of the pictures that could identify the pub." "That's something, I suppose. And whatever about it being embarrassing for the pub, there's also the fact that if strange people know you work here, you could attract all sorts of stalkers." "I know, That's one of the reasons I've been so careful." I finally summed up my response; "I've no problem with people doing Only Fans pages and such like. That's your business. But I'm not sure how I feel about you taking photos here. I'll have to think about that part. And it's not fair to the other staff if you keep disappearing and being late, that'll have to stop." "It will. I promise, and thank you for being so understanding." Karen now had a visibly releaved countenance. She took in a deep breath, followed by silence. I decided to go further; "I've got to ask you, I've read about girls making significant money doing this sort of thing. Is it true." Karen went red again, but said she'd only been doing it a few weeks, but was already making good money. When she told me how much I nearly fell out of the chair. "That's wild. Why are you still working here then? “ I was honestly stunned. “Also if you're making that sort of money I'm amazed more of the staff aren't doing it." "I love working here. All my friends are here, and I don't want to give it up.” Karen said in a most sincere tone. “You're a fair boss and you value your team. No one wants to work for someone who threats them like shit. About the fans gig, some others are considering doing it, especially Jess. She says half the town have already seen most or all of her tits for nothing; so she's going to start charging them for it, now." We both laughed at this, Jess was the chef, a big, buxom, peroxide blond whirlwind of a milf woman, and this was a typical comment for her to make. But it was all bluff. Jess had been with Bob, her man since she was eighteen. She only said things like that to get a reaction. I know because Jess and Bob were my and Bernie's closest friends. "Nah I don't think Jess will do it,” I speculated. “But I's suspect Mable might." Mable was the feisty old cleaner and so old that she said she'd worked here since it opened, nearly three hundred years ago. Karen smiled, "Yeah, Mable might, but I think you're right about Jess, she's got too much on her plate organizing the calendar, as it is." "What Calendar?" I asked. "Shit, you don't know?" Karen grimaced. I shook my head to confirm I didn't know, "Shit shit shit. I mustn't say anymore, you have to ask Jess." Karen said as she stood, hoping to end the meeting. The lunch time service was smooth, and soon over, and I just caught Jess before she left, already changed into her typical summertime attire of cargo-style pants and a tank top that always seemed to struggle to contain her big wobbly boobs, even with a bra on. "Alright my love, how's it going?" Jess called everyone 'my love' and with her West Country accent, it always sounded endearing. "It's going good, I was just having a word with Karen, and she happened to mention something about a calendar." "The Silly cow. Not only can't she keep her clothes on, now she can't keep her mouth shut." It was said with a 'that's bloody typical' smile and a half laugh. The kind of dismissing way a parent would relegate youthful irresponsible choices of their kid's behavior after leaving home. I smiled back, "So what's going on, what's the calendar about?" "First of all, were you talking to Karen about her, um, little sideline?" Jess wanted to know. I nodded. "You're not going to sack her are you?" Jess kept changing the subject. "Of course I'm not. Why does everyone think I'd sack her?" Jess now got me to change the topic away from the calendar question. "Well it's a bit out there, and I told her she was using poor judgment, taking photo's here.” Jess made sure I knew she was looking after the pub's best interests. “But I'm glad you're not sacking her, we would have all hated you if you did." This was said with a smile but I knew there was some truth to it. The staff were a tight knit bunch and looked out for each other. "So calendar, spill the beans." I got back to my first topic. Jess took a breath and inwardly conceded that she couldn't refuse my question any longer. "Well, you remember a few years ago, that a group of local firefighter's wives in a village up north posed for some saucy photos and made a calendar for a beloved charity?" I did remember, and they'd even made a film and play of it. “Well a few of us here thought we could do the same, do it in memory of Bernie and raise money for breast cancer research or whatever charity you wanted." Jess explained with a nervous tone, hoping I would buy into the sentiment. I nodded and for a moment we both looked sad, remembering Bernie, but Jess, not being especially sappy, broke the spell, "Actually I just wanted a chance to properly flash my tits at the camera." It was funny, but my silly grin was mixed with sadness and with happiness and pride that they would think to do such a thing. "So what do you think?" Jess appealed. “Would Bernie disapprove?” I can be a silly old sod sometimes, emotionally anyway, and was starting to well up as I said, "I think it's a brilliant idea." I thought I saw tears in Jess's eyes as she almost man handled me into a hug, saying 'Come here you idiot,' as she held me tight. It was still a painful remembrance of Bernie, for Jess. Jess explained that the reason she hadn't told me already was that she wanted to make sure she had enough volunteers willing to pose, "I think we need about fourteen.” She elaborated. “That will give us a bit of leeway if someone gets cold feet. At the moment I have eleven, nine girls from here and a couple of my friends. Close friends who are patrons of the pub." "You can make that twelve." I said to her stunned silence. "How?, You aren't a tranny, are you? Please tell me no." I got a bit embarrassed but explained about the photos I used to take of Bernie, saying I was sure that we could find one that was suitable for the calendar. "You sly dog, I thought you only took photos of long legged warblers and dewy sunrises. Turns out you were taking pictures of the other type of long legged bird." I don't think there's such a bird as the long legged warbler but that didn't matter. My Bernie did have great legs and I was smiling as Jess said, "You have to show me the pictures, I bet Bernie was really photogenic and looked stunning. Tell you what, I'm off this evening, why don't you take an evening off for a change and come round for dinner. Bob would love to see you and you can bring your laptop and show us some select photos of Bernie. and we can get a bit soused and tearful, it'll do us all good." I knew from previous experience that there wasn't much point in arguing with Jess, but I wasn't sure about showing those sort of photos of Bernie, especially with Bob there. He was a good guy, but the thought of it just seemed invasive of Bernie's dignity. Before I went to Jess's, I spent some time going through my computer, looking at the photos, I hadn't done it since before she died. The 'saucy' photos spanned about ten years, right up until she got sick. God, she was beautiful and incredibly sexy. I used to tell her she could be a professional model and she used to laugh, saying I was only saying that to get into her knickers, which was true, but looking at these photos, she really could have been. Beautiful face, great legs and bum, pendulous boobs that had swayed more a little with her approaching forties; but were still wonderful. And a defiant, wild spirit in her eye that almost challenged me to admire her as I looked through the camera lens. The photos were her gift to me and our marriage. Now I had to find a way to advance that gift for the sake of a charity she would be proud of. I'd planned on moving some of the photos to other folders so Jess and Bob wouldn't see them; but as I looked at them I decided I wanted them to see them. Some of them were quite graphic for sure, leaving nothing to the imagination, but they weren't prurient or pornographic. I thought they were artistically shot and really showed my love for Bernie, I hoped they agreed. The meal was lovely. We spoke about the calendar a little; Jess explaining how the idea came about and who was promising to be involved. I didn't say anything but there were a few names who I'd love to see undressed. I actually think it was the wine kicking in. After the table was cleared and Bob had poured more drinks, Jess less than subtly brought the subject around to my photos of Bernie. She said; “Say, Bob; turns out Steve likes taking photos of long legged birds, as well as other nature, he's brought his laptop around to show us some of them." Bob played along and pretended he was surprised. I just took a gulp of my drink for some Dutch courage. There was one set of photos, one of our first; where Bernie started off in an evening gown and slowly showed more skin, I'd taken photos from lots of different angles, so there were a lot of photos. After we'd gotten past Jess and Bob saying nice things about how beautiful she was; they became noticeably quieter as the shots got more risque; Bernie basically doing a slow strip for the camera as she laid across our four poster bed, a remnant of the pub's previous glory. Her elegant red silky gown. was now off and she was wearing very sexy lingerie, bending and pouting as the photos got hotter. I smiled as Bob rearranged his jeans to give himself more room and even Jess was looking a bit flushed. I can count on one had, the number of times I witnessed Jess blushing. At the first topless photo, I nearly lost my nerve but could tell by their faces that they really wanted me to continue. The album finished with Bernie lying naked on the black satin bedding, on her back, her legs spread obscenely wide but the minimal lighting done in such a way as to cast shadows on her most intimate glory, so that the picture really wasn't showing anything. "Wow, I don't know what to say." Said Jess. "Well I know what to say, they were fucking amazing.” Bob said resolutely. “I like a bit of porn, but was pleased we couldn't see too much, I felt teased all the way through." He explained his refined dignity on the matter. "I know what Bob means.” Jess agreed. “Bernie told me she'd posed for a few photos for you. but I didn't think it was anything this hot or this well taken. You've got the job, Steve." "What job?" I asked. "Well, Bob had volunteered to take the photos for the calendar, obviously with no alternative motives other than to help out." Jess glared at Bob who tried to give an innocent smile back, "But bless him, he doesn't know a tripod from a turnip. You'll have to take the photos for the calendar." “Can I submit a pictorial spread of You, Jess?” Bob asserted his services. “Perhaps I can further hone my craft and learn from doing?” “Bob you can do me any time, any way you fancy. But that's an aside, right now.” Jess reset her man's place in this venture. I was a bit surprised and shocked by this but could see it made sense, in fact as I thought of some of the women who had said they would pose. I was already looking forward to it, and already thinking of possible shoots and themes. "I think I'll need Bob as my assistant though." I said this as a joke but his face lit up until he saw the look he got off of Jess. Bob got us all another drink and then raised a toast to Bernie. Then Jess raised a toast to sexy, strong women everywhere. I happily raised my cup to both. Before I left we decided that we'd meet the next afternoon and come up with a proper plan for the calendar; all agreeing that we needed to have it completed and printed fairly shortly if we were going to sell as many as possible before Christmas. I got home and felt a little drunk. I also felt a weird mixture of excitement, melancholy and horniness. I didn't know whether to look at more pictures of Bernie, or just switch on some fresh porn and have a quick wank. I was veering towards the porn when my phone texting app dinged with a text message. I expected it was Jess, mothering me and checking that I got home okay. But it was from Karen, 'thanks for being kind and supportive earlier in the day. I have an idea about work and we'll talk tomorrow. ' That was the end of the text, no bye or anything. I thought it a bit strange, but just shrugged my shoulders. My phone dinged again, 'I know you were a bit concerned about me identifying the pub in my pictures, I checked them again and think they're okay. Below is a password for my site so you can check for yourself, Bye, see you tomorrow, Karen xx' I had to read it a second time. Wow. I sat on my seat in disbelief, what a day. I'd shown friends very revealing pictures of Bernie, I'd been asked to photograph some of my friends and employees for a saucy calendar, and now I'd been sent a trial access username with the password to a beautiful young woman's Only Fans account. I wasn't much of a drinker, which is a good thing when you run a pub; but looking at the password. I felt I needed another drink. I got changed into my jammies and took my whiskey and computer to bed with me. I found Young Karen's page and was pleased to see she'd used a different pen nam

Passion Productions: Part 2

PASSION PRODUCTIONS: PART 2. WELCOME TO PORN CAMP. BASED ON A POST BY MARSHALMARMONT1815 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/MarshalMarmont1815/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/PassionProductions2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/PassionProductions2b.jpg] Back in the casting room, Fernando's eyes were glued to Tiffany's voluptuous chest as she strutted in, her tits barely contained by a lace and satin camisole. He could see the outline of her hard nipples poking through the fabric, and he licked his lips in anticipation. She was a perfect tit; er, fit, with her youthful, rebellious look and a set of nipple piercings that screamed 'fuck me'. "Alright, Tiffany," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Let's get you comfortable." He motioned for her to sit on the couch, his eyes never leaving her. She giggled and sat, crossing her legs in a way that made her girlish pleated skirt ride up, revealing the tops of her fishnet stockings. He cleared his throat and started asking her questions, trying to get a sense of what she was willing to do on camera. "So, Tiffany," he began, "What makes you think you've got what it takes to be an Passion Productions star?" Tiffany leaned back, her tits practically spilling out of her camisole. "Well, I've always had a wild side," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "And I've got the right equipment, don't you think?" Fernando nodded, his eyes taking in every inch of Tiffany's exposed flesh. "I definitely think you've got the look," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. "But we're looking for more than just a pretty face and a nice set of tits. We want performers who are willing to go all the way." "How far is 'all the way'?" Tiffany asked, her voice curious. "We don't make just your average run of the mill porn here," Fernando answered, "we make hardcore, nasty and creative; some say depraved; sexual art. We make porn of real mothers, sons, fathers and daughters. Nothing is too taboo or off limits here." Tiffany's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'm totally down for that," she said, her voice eager. "I want to be in those kind of scenes. The kind that make people's jaws drop." Fernando nodded. "Good. That's exactly what we're looking for." He leaned back in his chair, his cock straining against his pants as he thought of the kind of scenes he could put Tiffany in. "Now, let's see what you can do." He picked up the phone on the desk. "Send in Julian." The door opened, and in walked a lanky, nerdy black teenager with glasses and a pocket protector, his pleated gray pants tenting with his excitement. His cock was massive, easily the biggest either Fernando or Tiffany had ever seen, especially for an 18-year-old. He had been discovered by one of their scouts in a college dorm, filming his own scenes with various willing co-eds. "Hi," Tiffany said with a coy smile, her hand reaching out to him. Julian took it, his eyes never leaving her jiggling tits, still minimally covered by the camisole. Staring lustfully into his bespeckled eyes, she drew his hand and placed it through her open camisole, resting on her pierced nipple. "Hi," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. Fernando leaned back in his chair, watching the two young adults interact. "Julian, this is Tiffany. She's auditioning for a movie role. I want you to show her what you've got." Julian's eyes snapped to Fernando's, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "Now?" "Yes, now," Fernando replied, "And remember, we're on a tight schedule. Don't waste my time." Julian took a deep breath and stood, unbuckling his pants and letting them fall to the floor. His cock sprang free, thick and long, 11 fat inches. Tiffany's eyes widened with excitement and she leaned in to get a better look. "Oh my god," she whispered. "That's incredible." Fernando nodded, his own cock straining in his pants as he watched the two of them. "Alright, let's get started," he said, his voice a little shaky. "Julian, I want you to show Tiffany what you can do with that monster of yours." Julian stepped closer to Tiffany, his cock swaying slightly as he moved. She reached out and touched it tentatively, her fingers barely able to wrap around the base. "It's so warm," she murmured, her eyes going glassy with lust. Fernando leaned back in his chair, stroking his own cock through his pants as he watched the scene unfold. Tiffany looked up at Julian with a mix of awe and hunger in her eyes. "How do you want me?" she asked. Julian swallowed hard. "How about you suck it?" Tiffany didn't need to be told twice. She leaned in and took the head of his cock into her mouth, her eyes watering a little at the sheer size of it. She began to bob her head up and down, taking in as much as she could, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. Julian's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a low moan, his hands coming up to grip her hair. "Yeah," he groaned. "Just like that." The sound of her sucking filled the room, wet and obscene. She was making a mess of him, her spit and saliva dripping down his shaft and onto her tits. Julian turned his head to the side and watched in the mirror on the wall just beyond the far armrest of the sofa. His cock disappearing into her mouth over and over again. He had never been with a woman who could handle him like this. Fernando watched with lustful awe. This was going to be a great match up. He could feel it. The raw, animalistic lust between the two of them was palpable, and he knew that it would translate well on camera. Tiffany's hand wrapped around the base of Julian's cock, pumping it in time with her mouth. She could feel him growing harder and thicker, his balls tightening against her hand. Julian's glasses had slightly fogged over from the heat of the moment colliding with the air conditioning vent above his head, and he had to push them up his nose to see the gagging expression on her face. The casting couch, once a pristine plush white upholstery, was now stained with pre-cum and spit, the fabric sticking to their bodies as they moved in a rhythm as old as time. The room smelled of sex and desperation. Tiffany took one hand to press along Julian's thigh, while she repositioned herself to lean over the armrest of the sofa. Julian took two smooth side-steps and was now standing with his monster cock over the armrest. Tiffany's tits are laying over that same armrest, her body splayed down the length of the sofa. Supported by her elbows on the thick padded upholstery, Tiffany's throat is now more aligned with the ebony phallus. "Take it all, bitch," Julian whispered, his voice filled with a newfound confidence. Tiffany moaned around his cock, the sound muffled but unmistakable. Her hand then reached down to her own pussy, already dripping wet. She began to rub her clit in circles, her hips moving in time with her hand and Julian's thrusts. Fernando leaned in closer, his own cock begging for attention. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice low and raspy. "Take all of him, Tiffany." Again, Julian looked at the mirror facing him, beyond the other end of the sofa. He saw Tiffany, now kneeling and her legs spread wide on the big sofa. She has three fingers aggressively pistoning into her wide-set cunt. The glorious ass, the narrow waist the long flowing brown hair, and his own crotch pounding into her as she worships his divine phallus. Tiffany's eyes watered as she tried to take Julian's entire length, her throat stretching to accommodate his massive girth. Julian's grip on her hair tightened, his hips thrusting slightly as he guided her movements. The room was a symphony of slurps and moans, the sound of an invaded throat, glurk, glurk, is now echoing off the walls. Fernando is seated just to the side of Fernando, but slightly behind him. He could see the hunger in Tiffany's eyes, the desperate need to please and be filled. He knew she was a natural, born for this kind of work. Julian's breathing grew ragged as he neared climax, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding back. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," Julian warned, his voice strained. Tiffany didn't pull away, instead, she took him deeper, her throat convulsing around the head of his cock. Julian's eyes snapped open and he stared down at her, his orgasm building. "You want it?" he growled. Tiffany nodded, her eyes wide and eager. Julian's cock erupted, spurting rope after rope of thick, white cum into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide at the stunning blast injected down her throat. She made an exaggerated expression of swallowing, to sell the would-be porn viewers on what they could not see, her throat never expelling his cock as he emptied himself into her. The tension in the room was electric as Tiffany licked Julian's cock clean, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She sat back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "So," she said, her voice a little hoarse from the exertion, "when do I get to meet the infamous Miss Mordix?" Fernando chuckled and stood, his own erection tenting his pants. "You'll meet her soon enough," he said, his eyes dark with lust. "But first, let's get you signed and ready to go." The next few minutes were a blur of paperwork and instructions, but Tiffany didn't care. After submitting urine samples to confirm she's disease-free and telling the truth about her drug use, She was introduced to the producers and directors. Then the wardrobe department took her body measurements. Tiffany was now living the dream, about to become a star in the world's most infamous porn empire. The producers asked her about adopting a performance name so she could retain some privacy and yet enjoy being credited for her work. An internet check confirmed no living performer with the pen name of Tiffany Cummins. A Trademark document signed her new acting identity. She could feel her heart racing with excitement as she signed her contract, her name in bold letters next to the company's logo. "Welcome to the team," Fernando said, handing her a script. "Your first scene is tomorrow." Tiffany took the script, her eyes widening as she scanned the pages. She looked up at Fernando, her heart racing. "Are you serious?" "As a heart attack," he said with a grin. "You're going to love working here, Tiffany." ALICIA BUBBLES. Fernando couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation as he called in the next auditionee, Alicia "Bubbles" Arnold. He'd heard whispers of her reputation even before Melanie had mentioned her name. At just 18, she was said to have an ass that could rival the most seasoned porn stars in the business, hailing from the rough streets of Compton. The door to the casting room opened, and in strutted a young woman with a confidence that could only come from knowing she had a gift that could make or break a man's knees. "You must be Bubbles," Fernando said, his eyes widening slightly as she entered. "Alicia Arnold," she corrected, her voice a sultry purr, "but you can call me Bubbles if you like." Her long, kinky black hair framed her beautiful face, which was painted with a smoky eye and a bold red lip that matched the color of her tight leather skirt. The skirt was so short it barely covered her thighs. On anyone else, the outfit would've looked trashy, but on Bubbles, it looked like the most expensive and exclusive attire one could possibly wear. "Hi, I'm Alicia," she said, extending a manicured hand to him. "But everyone calls me Bubbles." Fernando took her hand, unable to stop himself from looking down at her ass as she sat. It was true, her ass was massive, a round, juicy, bouncy wonder that seemed to defy gravity. "Where did you get that nickname?" he asked, his voice coming out shakier than intended. "You can see for yourself," she said, turning and looking over her shoulder at him. She leaned over the couch, giving him a clear view of her bare ass. The cheeks were so round and full they looked like they could swallow a man whole. "Fuck," he murmured, his cock twitching in his pants. Bubbles chuckled. "It's all natural, baby," she said, patting one cheek. "No silicone here." Fernando felt his heart race as he took in the sight of her. "Okay," he managed, his voice a little shaky, "Let's get started." The next few minutes were a blur of questions and answers, with Bubble's voice growing more and more seductive with each passing moment. She spoke of her love for the camera, for the way it made her feel alive and powerful. She talked about her past, growing up in the hood and using her body as a weapon, a way to get what she wanted. The room grew hotter as they talked, the air thick with the scent of her sweet perfume and the underlying musk of her arousal. Bubbles leaned back on the couch, one hand playing with the zipper of her skirt, her eyes never leaving his. "So, you think you can handle the kind of scenes we put on here?" Fernando asked, his voice low and challenging. "I've been handling big cocks and taking it in the ass since I was less than legal to," she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "There's nothing you guys can throw at me that I can't handle." Fernando felt his cock throb at her words, his mind racing with the kind of scenes they could create with a girl like Bubbles. "Prove it," he said, his voice a little gruffer than he intended. Bubble's smile widened as she slowly stood, turning to face him. She stepped closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. "Is that a challenge?" "It's an opportunity," he corrected, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her hip. "An opportunity for you to show us what you're made of." Bubbles leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "I'm made for this, baby," she whispered. "And I'm going to show you just how much I love a good, hard fuck." Fernando's cock was painfully hard now, straining against his pants. He stepped back, his eyes raking over her body. "Alright," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Let's see what you've got." Bubbles turned to face the mirror, her back to him. She reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a thong so small it was practically non-existent, the fabric barely covering the cleft of her ass. She bent over, her cheeks spreading slightly, giving him a perfect view of her tight, pink asshole. "You like what you see?" she asked, her voice teasing. Fernando nodded, his eyes glued to her ass. "I do," he said, his voice a little strained. "Good," she said, standing up and turning to face him. She stepped closer, her tits brushing against his chest. "Because I'm going to need a good, strong cock to fill me up." Without another word, she dropped to her knees, her hand reaching out to unbuckle his pants. He let out a low moan as she pulled out his cock, her eyes going wide at the sight of it. "Damn," she murmured, her voice full of awe. "You're bigger than I expected." Fernando couldn't help but smile at the compliment as she took him into her mouth, her full, soft lips wrapping around his shaft. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she took him all the way to the base. The sound of her slurping filled the room, her hand pumping his cock in time with her mouth. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the urge to cum growing stronger with each stroke of her tongue. "Fuck, yes," he groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hair. Bubbles moaned around his cock, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes. She knew she had him right where she wanted him, and she wasn't about to let go. As she sucked him, she thought of all the scenes she'd be in, the men she'd get to fuck, the money she'd make. This was it. This was her ticket out of the hood, her ticket to a life of luxury and excess. Fernando felt his orgasm building, his hips jerking as he fucked her mouth. "I'm going to cum," he warned. Bubbles just sucked harder, her eyes never leaving his. With a roar, he exploded into her mouth, filling it with hot cum. She swallowed it down greedily, her eyes never leaving his as she licked him clean. He looked down at her, his cock still hard. "You're hired," he said, his voice hoarse. Bubbles stood, a satisfied smile on her face. "I knew I would be," she said. "Now, let's get to work." Fernando couldn't believe it. He had just cast the next big thing in the porn world, Alicia "Bubbles" Arnold. Her audition had been explosive, leaving him more turned on than he had ever been in his life. He knew that the board would love her, and that she would be a hit on the West Coast. But before he could even think of the meeting, he had to get Bubbles out of his system. "You're mine now," he murmured, his cock still rock hard from her blowjob. "Let's see how that tight little pussy feels around this monster." Bubbles smirked up at him, her dark eyes flashing with challenge. "You think you can handle me, Spaniard?" she teased, with a seductive twist. Fernando's eyes narrowed. "I'll handle you alright," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to be begging for mercy by the time I'm done with you." With that, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, pushing her down onto the casting couch. She giggled as she bounced on the cushions, her massive ass jiggling with the motion. He stepped out of his own pants, his cock standing tall and proud. It was a weapon, a tool of pleasure that had brought many a woman to their knees. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with lust as he stroked his cock. "You want this big, fat, Cuban cock in your tight little black cunt?" Bubbles licked her lips and nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, I've been waiting for this," she purred. Fernando climbed onto the couch, positioning himself between her spread legs. He leaned down, his cock brushing against her soaking wet pussy, and whispered in her ear, "You're going to scream for me, nigger bitch." Her eyes flashed with anger, but she bit her lip, the insult only serving to fuel her desire. "You better fuck me like you mean it, spic," she shot back. With that, he plunged into her, her pussy so tight it was like fucking a fist. Bubble's eyes rolled back in her head as she took all of him, her nails digging into the couch cushions. Fernando didn't hold back, pounding into her with a ferocity that made the room shake. Her massive tits bounced with each thrust, her moans turning into screams as she begged for more. "Take it, you little spic," she growled, her voice low and guttural. "Fuck me like you hate me." Fernando grinned, his teeth bared as he hammered into her. "You love it, don't you, little piccaninny?" Their bodies slapped together, the sound echoing through the room. Bubble's ass was a blur as he fucked her harder and faster, his cock disappearing into her over and over again. "You're going to take every inch," he said, his voice a harsh rasp. "You're going to love every second of it." "More," she demanded, her voice strained. "Harder." Fernando's hands tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing more brutal with each passing moment. He could feel his climax approaching, his balls tightening with the need to empty himself into her. Her massive round ebony ass rippled with every impact of Fernando's masculine pelvis. The waves of energy were like a visible pulsing of her ass, the epicenter impacted, resulting in the waves flowing outward, flowing the curve of the globe's surface. "You're going to take it," he panted, his cock swelling even more. "You're going to take every drop of my cum." "Give it to me, you fucking wetbac