The Dames of Wayward Inn: Part 1

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

Passion Productions: Part 1

PASSION PRODUCTIONS: PART 1. A VISIT FROM SUSIE SUKMOORE. SUSIE GETS ASSIGNED TO TEST OUT A PORN APPLICANT. 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/PassionProductions1.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/PassionProductions1.jpg] CAREMONT INDUSTRIAL PARK. Susie Sukmoore drives her SUV to the back of the warehouse and punches a code at the key pad. The garage door opens and she drives in, parking next to the other 7 cars. The garage door closes and she exits the vehicle, walking to the door which leads down a long hall with windowed doors on each side. The fake business sign out in the front side of the warehouse says “Teezor & Teezor Ventures LLC.” But no one ever uses that entry. It's always locked and the few windows are blacked out. Security and anonymity is essential to their real enterprise, Trade name, Passion Productions. Susie is a rising star at this studio. She started acting in porn at 18. Now, at 21, she's part of a growing talent pool. But the industry has a short average career span, so Kyle and Emily are always hunting for fresh talent with the best attributes. She's blonde and short, but very sultry with natural-looking E cup tits. Of course her pussy is shaved and luscious. Kyle, the boss, was in one of the rooms off the hall, directing and watching, as Victoria is fucked hard in the ass by the company's new trans actor, Bailey, his fat 9 inch white cock is fucking the shit out Victoria, his mother character in this short film. Susie saw Kyle and bounced over and knelt in front of his chair, rubbing Kyle's hard cock. "Morning boss," she said with a smile, Kyle grinning and kissed her. The cameras kept rolling and the actors kept screwing. This part of the film had no dialogue, just overdubbed instrumentals and canned sounds of grunting and other such effects. "Oh Shit!" Victoria cried, Bailey gripping his tits as she drove her cock furiously into her battered asshole. Susie laughed, jacking Kyle off as he watched the filming. Soon, she was fully sucking him off, Kyle gripping her head as Victoria was now getting railed in missionary, she and Bailey playing with each other's tits. Emily then came in from another room, holding a file. "Hey baby," she greeted her husband with a warm kiss, smiling as she watched Susie suck and gag on her husband's cock. Susie is hoping to become a junior partner. Along with Kyle and his wife, Em. "Hey Em," Kyle replied, groaning as Susie fondled his nuts, "what's up?" "Well, we are still needing a cock for next week's scheduled filming. But we just got a cock application, which could fill the slot. He has the look and youthful image of innocence that we need." she replied, handing him the file, "but I don't have time to check him out. I have a graduation party to perform at." Kyle nodded and opened the file to see 19-year-old Scott Brown, a recent graduate and porn addict who longs to be in porn. "What about Mom?" He asked. Emily shook her head. "Your mother has a Freaky Fantasy customer tonight and mine well;" She turned to watch as her mother Victoria was aggressively face-fucked, Bailey howling as her nuts banged against Victoria's chin. "; is booked solid for tonight also." "Well damn, who do we have? We need him checked by today for the new movie getting filmed next week." Emily sighed and nodded, looking down to Susie still slurping on Kyle's cock. She turned to Kyle and gave a suggestive flick of her eyes to which Kyle shrugged. He grunted as he began to cum, Susie gleefully swallowing his massive load before releasing his still rock hard cock. "Did I do good, sir?" she asked, stroking him again with her saliva still coating his cock. Kyle looked at Emily and she looked at him, both of them giving the other a nod. CEDAR PARK SUBDIVISION. Scott sat on his living room couch, furiously jacking off the porn scene raging on his mother's flat screen television. Kyle's aunt was playing the role of Dana the lead cunt in this film. 'Dana' was riding her son Tyler's cock in a sexy scene, her 36G tits were slapping his face constantly and she rode him as he fucked his mom with all he had. Scott was just about to bust his 4th nut of the day when he heard a sharp knocking at the front door. Thinking it was his strict conservative mother, who had a religious abhorrence of porn, he scrambled to clean up, clearing the feed from the TV and yanking up his shorts while trying to remove any tissues and other signs that he had just been jacking off. Hurrying to open the door, he was nearly blown away. There stood a sexy and stacked blonde with the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen in real life. She wore a low cut pink blouse and a matching mini skirt which ended just short of her thighs. "Hello there," she said, holding a clipboard, "I'm looking for William Brown." "T-that's me," he stammered, his cock rock hard as he was struggling not to keep staring into her abundance of cleavage. If she did notice however, she didn't seem to mind. "Great!" she continued, "My name is Susie I'm here in regards to your recent application for Passion Productions!" "Oh!" He exclaimed in shock, nearly having expected to have heard back, especially not by a house call, "Oh my God! please uh; come right in. Susie Sukmoore! I'm a huge fan." Susie smiled and entered the modern looking house, “I hope you're as huge as your résumé says.” The smell of boyish cum still fresh in the air. "Make yourself comfortable," he said as he walked behind her, her massive ass driving him insane. "Thank you," she said, shaking her ass as they entered the living room, "please have a seat, Mr. Brown." He sat, nearly face level with her huge tits. Susie smiled as she saw he was nervous and from the looks of things in his shorts, extremely horny. "I hope I'm not here at a bad time," she said, teasing him by brushing her hand over her tits, "this shouldn't take long." Scott couldn't speak, only nodding as he pulled a pillow over his lap, Susie laughing internally at his difficulty. "So Scott," she began, "I have some questions to ask you. Just to know your sexual interests, experience and also to introduce you to our viewers." He nodded again upon which Susie smiled and looked at her clipboard. "So Scott," she began, "are you a virgin?" "N-no I'm not," he gulped, Susie jotting it down. "Um hmm, and how many sexual partners have you had." "Just one," he answered, "this girl from my class." She gave a slight frown and jotted this down also. "Well, the bulk of your costars will consist of Milfs who are far beyond the skills and experience of some teen slut. I hope you can handle that;" Scott had zoned out, staring intently at her huge tits before he finally came back and nodded. "Yeah, yeah I; I can handle that." "Um hmm;" she said, writing something else down. "So Scott, would you describe yourself as an ass guy or a tit guy?" He was unsure how to respond. Most of his porn views consisted of busty sluts but at least the same amount could be applied to big asses. Seeing his issue in deciding, Susie. began to jiggle hers for him, again drawing his attention and making his cock again throb at full hardness. "You like tits huh?" she asked with a smirk. "Ye, Yeah I do;" he said, not taking his eyes from them. She smiled and checked the box under 'Tits.' "Okay, do you enjoy eating pussy?" Scott shrugged. "I eat pussy, yeah." "No;" Susie. said, "I asked do you Enjoy eating pussy? "I mean I guess, I don't know;" Scott sighed, "I've never really done it other than once." Susie. shook her head and set her clipboard down. "Then I guess we have to see how good you are at it." She sat beside him, pulling her skirt up around her hips and spreading her legs, revealing her wet cunt as Scott's mouth dropped open. "Don't just sit there swallowing flies," she said, rubbing herself, "come on and get over here." Scott complied, getting to his knees and crawling until his face was inches from her beautiful pussy. He leaned in and gave her a lick, Susie moaning softly as he moved his tongue in deeper. "Well, you apparently do like this;" she said, gripping his head as he slurped on her wet lips. Scott absolutely loved her taste, sweet and delicious as he moved his tongue in alternating slow and fast circles before moving on to vigorous thrusts of his tongue into her cunt just as he had learned from porn watching. "Oh My Fucking God!" Susie cried, gripping his hair even tighter. He repeatedly jammed his tongue into her sweet, tight pussy as her clit throbbed against his nose. Unable to resist, he pulled his tongue back and began to tease her clit, flicking it lightly with his tongue, Susie shivering with each touch. "Holy Shit Yes!" she cried, "Don't Fucking Tease Me! Suck My Clit!" Scott was more than happy to comply, licking it one final time before sucking it into his mouth, Susie giving a loud wail of pleasure. The boy had skills, no doubt about it, his mouth sealing over her pussy and flicking her throbbing clit with his tongue. "Yes!" she screamed, her body jerking violently and unleashing her pussy cream into his eager mouth, lapping up all that he could through her long orgasm. Finally she could take no more and pushed Scott back, her pussy juice dripping from his chin. "That uh; was very informative;" she panted, "you definitely get a 10 on pussy eating skills. Why don't you get back on the couch for me?" Scott frowned a little but nodded, standing up and walking over to take his seat back, Susie standing on shaky legs to get onto the couch on all fours, ripping the pillow from his hands and rubbing his swollen bulge through his shorts. "Hmm;" she said, "very hard isn't it? How big is it?" "Nah, nine inches at full size;" Scott stammered, barely believing the hot woman was rubbing on his cock. She then hooked her fingers into the band of his shorts and pulled them down, his rock hard cock springing free. Susie's eyes got big as she took in the hunk of boy meat. It was far from the biggest she had seen but pleasing nonetheless. Her mouth watered at the sight of it. She saw he still had some growing to do. "You do understand that I must test your endurance to make sure you're capable of withstanding the; pressure you'll be under." He quietly nodded, Susie breaking into a smile and sliding her lips over the mushroom head of his cock as he moaned softly. She felt his cock begin to expand in her mouth, soon inflating to a veiny nine inch rod of fuck meat. Susie kept sucking, slobbering down the the shaft. "Holy shit;" he groaned, laying his head back as he struggled to keep watching, Susie pulling up with a grin as she spat in her hand and began to beat him off. "You have a very nice cock, Mr. Brown;" she said before sucking him back down. He soon began to grip her head and lightly thrust his hips, his long hard cock thudding against the back of Susie's throat but she fought her gag reflex, relaxing her throat muscles to allow him to slide his cock further down her throat until every inch was in her mouth. She then leaned up and removed her bra, Scott breaking into a wide smile as he took them in and groped them before she returned to sucking his cock. "Fuck;" he groaned, slapping her ass. She sucked him even more aggressively, her spit coating his shaft and pooling around his bloated nuts. Scott groaned again as she slurped him hard from head to base, his cock glistening with her saliva. His head fell back, his hand too weak to continue gripping her hair as he experienced his greatest albeit second blowjob. Susie moaned as she slid her mouth from his cock and attacked his nuts, sucking them deeply as she continued to beat him off. "Holy shit;" Scott grunted, barely able to hold back. Just as it seemed he was about to blow, Susie pulled up and grabbed her clipboard again. "Endurance under a blowjob." She said, checking it off with a smile. "Damn;" Scott panted, his wet cock still throbbing and slick. "What's next?" "Wanna see how it feels inside me?" she panted as she looked at him hungrily. "Fuck yeah!" Scott replied with a lot more confidence in his voice. Susie smiled and kissed him deeply, the two making out as she continued to stroke his cock and he palmed her huge tits, his cock throbbing in her hand. She then parted from him and swung her right leg over his lap, sliding the fat head of his cock into her pussy, the both of them moaning in pleasure. "Oh fuck;" Susie moaned as she slid down his cock and began to ride, their lips meeting again as she screamed into his mouth. Scott groaned and began to thrust upward, the couch creaking beneath them as she looked back to see his cock drilling into her. "Oh Fuck!" she screamed, bouncing harder and harder as he squeezed her ass. "Holy Shit!" Scott cried, her ass smacking against his thighs every time, her cock smothered in the warm, wet walls of her cunt. She gripped the back of the couch for leverage as they fucked, Scott's hips pumping hard to keep fucking into her as well. "You like that?" Susie asked, looking down at him as his eyes followed her tits bouncing in his face. "It's fucking amazing!" he cried. She grinned and rode him even harder, driving her pussy down onto him. Scott slapped her ass and rammed his cock in hard and deep. "Yes!" she screamed. "That's It Baby!" Scott latched his mouth to her right nipple and sucked, Susie howling as she picked up speed, holding his face to her tits. Lust was flowing through Scott's veins, his cock rock hard and in the middle of the best action it had ever gotten. He brought both hands up to squeeze her tits as she continued to bounce vigorously on his cock. "Fuck;" she moaned softly as he gripped her hips and began to work his juice covered cock in and out of her at a rapid pace. Both were having the time of their life, Susie's left tit in his his mouth as he upwardly fucked her hard, squeezing and slapping her ass. "Oh Fuck!" she screamed, Scott sliding a finger into her asshole. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, riding him even faster. Scott moaned, Susie bouncing hard on his cock with her hands on his chest, his cock sliding deep into her wet cunt. "Fuck me Scott! Drill that fat cock deep in my dirty little pussy!" He was more than happy to oblige, slapping her ass again as he picked up speed, his cock was almost numb with pleasure as he sucked her tits back into his eager mouth. It felt so fucking amazing. Susie panted and dismounted, saying: "Lets try it reverse." Scott nodded, Susie standing, turning around and grabbing his cock, holding it as she slid back down to the base of his cock, both of them moaning in pleasure as she began to ride him again. Instinctively, his hands shot to her big soft tits and squeezed as he fucked harder back at her, Susie screaming at the top of her lungs. "Fuck; fuck;" Scott groaned each time she moved up his cock. "Yes!" Susie screamed, "Fuck Me!" She howled as he drilled upward into her pussy even faster, overwhelmed with pleasure. Susie was obviously enjoying it as well, her pussy juice oozing down his cock. "Oh god yeah;" she moaned, filling out on her checklist that he was adept n both cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. With Susie having stopped riding, Scott was able to recover, his orgasm dwindling as he began to suck on her tits, Susie moaning from the pleasure. He began to to thrust upward again, Susie screaming in pleasure as she too began to bounce her pussy on his cock aggressively, Scott howling loudly as he rubbed her clit. "I Could Ride This cock All Fucking Day!" Susie cried, slamming her ass down to his thighs. After a few more moments, she dismounted. "Fuck, we have to move on," she panted, getting onto all fours and wiggling her ass. "Go ahead, put that fat cock back in my pussy." Scott nodded, sliding in and beginning to fuck her yet again, slapping her ass and driving his cock in deep. "Oh Fuck Yeah!" Susie screamed, getting fucked hard in doggy. She moaned loudly with each hard thrust from the eager teenager, Scott's hands on her hips as he slammed inside of her. "You're so fucking good at this;" she panted, Scott simply using everything he'd learned from the 7 years he had of porn fanaticism. He leaned down and kissed her passionately, Susie kissing him back and moaning into his mouth. He then pulled back and resumed fucking her with all he had. "Oh Fuck; Oh My God!" Susie cried, her legs shaking as Scott kept driving his cock into her wet and welcoming cunt. "This is so fucking amazing;" he groaned, slapping her ass pulling with each deep push into her twat. "Yes, Fuck!" Susie moaned as he fucked her all the way to balls, Scott seeing she rated him a 10 for the doggy position. He resumed driving into her as he squeezed her big, juicy tits, slamming her cock into her as fast as he could. "Holy shit, that cock is so fucking good!" Susie cried. Scott couldn't reply, his brain too fogged with the pleasure he was feeling to form an intelligible response. Instead, he just kept right on fucking her, their lips locking again as he slammed his cock into her womb. "Yes! Yes!" Susie cried, "Fuck Me Hard!" Scott kept at it, his nuts smacking against her pussy hard as he couldn't stop, his heart racing as sweat popped from his forehead and chest, watching Susie's ass jiggle with each collision with his hips. He loved the sight of her ass moving back at him, the way it shook when he hit it either with his hand or his waist. He felt his cock jump inside her as she gripped it with her pussy, Scott feeling as he nearly passed out from the feeling. Nevertheless, he held on, soldiering through. "Yes, Scott, yes!" she cried, "Fuck Me Hard!" "Oh shit;" he panted, feeling his groin tighten. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum;" Susie cried, "I'm gonna cum all over that big, hard cock!" Scott was barely able to hold back his own orgasm as Susie's hit. She clenched her teeth and her pussy clamped down on his cock like a bear trap. He groaned deeply, her pussy gushing its juice onto his cock, dripping from his bloated nuts. It seemed as he was about to explode also, her orgasm began to settle, her pussy easing its grip. In the aftermath, she was breathless and shaking, Scott's cock still inside of her, the boy giving her a chance to catch her breath. "Oh my god, that was so Fucking good!" she exclaimed, making him smile, the first time he had ever made a female orgasm. "We're not done yet," he soon said, his voice full pay confident as he stepped back, pulling his cock out. He sat on the couch, his hands behind his head as Susie looked down at the hard, thick and throbbing cock, wet and shiny with her pussy juice. "Suck me off," he said. "With pleasure," she replied, getting to her knees and sucking him down, humming as she took him down her throat. "Oh fuck;" Scott groaned, Susie slurping on his cock, fondling his nuts as well. She deep-throated him for

A Night in Woodland Campground: Part 3

A NIGHT IN WOODLAND CAMPGROUND: PART 3 A CAMPFIRE SHOW, A LAPDANCE, FOLLOWED BY COUPLES COUNSELING, & A SHOWER In 3 parts, by m storyman x [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1032891&page=submissions]. Listen to the ► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/ANightInTheWoodlandCampground3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/ANightInTheWoodlandCampground7.jpg] I heard the tent zipper unzip. I twisted around enough to see a blonde head tossing something into the tent and then disappear again. I pulled from Tina and looked at the floor, my sheets and duffel laying in the tent along with what looked like a night shirt. "This must be for you," I said, reaching for the shirt and handing it Tina. "Yeah. I think so," she said, rolling over on the bed to look at me. "I wish I wasn't so fat." "Like I said last night, you aren't fat." "Well, not skinny either," she said as I watched either Linda or Sandy walk from the camper onto the gravel road, towards the showers. "Hey, you wanna get her back?" "Who?" "Linda." "Okay. How do we do that?" "She just went to the showers. Steal her clothes and lock her out of the camper for a while. Tell them not to let her in until I say so." "She might like that." "Maybe. We'll see." "Still a good idea though," she said as she got up and pulled the shirt on. She looked around the floor and found her shoes and then slipped out of the tent, walking quickly towards the shower house. About five minutes later she came back with her arms full of a towel and some clothes. I pulled on some shorts and sat in my chair while Tina tossed Linda's clothes into my tent and then brought a chair over to my site. We sat and waited. A guy was walking down the road towards the bathrooms. "Hey, buddy." "Yeah?" "Got a minute." "Maybe, what's up?" "In a couple minutes a young lady is going to come walking back from the showers completely naked. She's getting payback for playing a trick on them last night. They're locking her out of the camper until she makes herself climax in front of anyone out here. So, if you want to watch..." He grinned. "Yeah, I'll watch," he said, sitting on the tailgate of my truck. Sure enough, about five minutes later a very wet, clearly pissed off Linda came tromping back from the showers. "Sandy! I'm gonna nail you for this!" she practically shouted as she walked into camp. "Might not want to shout too loud. As I heard it, they wouldn't let you back in until you stood there and made yourself come for me." "What?" "You were the one that wanted to play show and tell. Well, Tina and I had a nice night, now it's your turn." "Wait, why would they do..." "They didn't. I did. I didn't like being made a fool of last night. Nice game by the way, leaving me naked in the showers like that. By the way, the woman that was in there with me, she had fun too. Now it's your turn to show us something." "They're really not going to let me in until I do?" "That's what I said." "Oh shit." "What was it you said? You didn't mind being naked? Well, here's your chance to really show it off. Give us a nice look at your cunt while you make yourself come," I called to her. "That s the way you want it?" Linda clarified. "It seems fair," I answered. She walked to one of their fancy camp chairs and picked it up, carrying it over to our campsite. She set it down near the fire pit, facing me as I sat in my camp chair. She sat down and spread her legs, hooking them over the arms of the oversized bag chair. Her cunt was shaved completely bare, only a small amount of dark grayish inner lip protruding from her otherwise well-tanned cunt. "You like the view?" she asked as she reached between her legs and stroked her cunt lips. "Very nice. You tan naked outside or in a bed?" "Wouldn't you like to know," she said with a grin as she let her pointer finger slip between her lips and draw slowly up her slit. "I can guess, but I'd like to think it was outside," I answered. "Sometimes it is," she said as she closed her eyes. "In fact, I'm going to sit here and think about just that. Laying out in the yard, all naked and covered in oil. I have a neighbor that likes to look. He's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind if he walked over some time and played with me. Touched my tits," she whispered as she lifted a hand to her breast and gently pinched and twisted one nipple. "And reached down to play with my cunt. I can almost feel his fingers teasing up and down my slit, working between them to reach my clit," she said before sliding her finger across her own clit and drawing a quick breath. "Yeah, I can imagine him doing that while I undo his pants and pull out his hard-on. I don't think he's as big as you are, but I bet he'd fill me up really well," she half moaned, her eyes closed and two of her fingers pushing into her vagina. "Oh yeah. I can just see him moving between my legs and pushing it right into me." I could tell she was getting damn turned on, but I also noticed out of the corner of my eye, Tina, her legs spread apart, and the hem of her shirt pulled up enough to let her stroke her own cunt while Linda described her neighbor doing her. "Oh yeah. Linda continued with her eyes closed. I bet he'd love to push in and out of me. His wife is kinda cute, but she's a tight ass bitch, so I bet he wouldn't mind at all feeding that cock into me. Sliding it in and out, feeling my hot wet cunt around his cock. Oh yeah. That's it Gary. Put it in. Just push it right into me," she moaned. Tina got up quietly and stepped over to my camp, pulling the front of my shorts down and then pulling my rock hard cock up to point at the air. She shifted over my cock and rubbed my head between her lips and then slowly sat down on me as Linda pictured her neighbor fucking her. "Yeah. In and out Gary. Fuck my hot little cunt. You know you want to. You watch me so often, peeking over the fence to watch me. Come on in and touch me. Play with my cunt and shove your cock in me." "Uh," Tina groaned as she settled down on my shaft, her eyes closed as she let me penetrate deep into her, too turned on to complain about our guest watching. Well, he wasn't watching Tina much anyway. He was much more interested in watching Linda. So interested in fact that he was standing up, his cock pulled out of his shorts, stroking it and moving closer to her naked body inch by inch. "That's it Gary. Fuck me. Fuck my hot little cunt. Show that bitch of a wife of yours what a man can do to a cunt!" she moaned as she plunged two fingers in and out of her own cunt frantically. I could hear her fingers squishing in and out of herself as she drove them in hard, pretending it was her neighbor fucking her. "Oh shit!" she squealed loudly as she arched her back and pulled her fingers from her cunt. She pulled on her lips with both hands, spreading them wide as she spurted a gush of juice out into the air between us. Our guest, whose name I didn't even know, stood there, staring for a fraction of a second before his own cock spurted the first gush of cum out at Linda. The two of them spurted several times, her cum landing in the dirt between us and his landing all over her shuddering spasming body. "Oh fuck. Sorry about that," he mumbled before tucking his still hard cock into his pants and walking quickly out of camp towards the showers. "Jesus! Did he just come all over me?" she asked, looking down at the cum splattered on her chest and stomach and then back at his now retreating back. "Who fucking cares?" Tina mumbled as she bounced on me, reaching for her shirt and pulling it up and off, leaving her naked again. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her wildly bouncing tits. "God, make me come again," she moaned softly. "Jesus," Linda groused again, as she stood up and walked towards her camp wiping his cum off her as best as she could. "Now I need another fucking shower." I grinned and squeezed Tina s tits, using the finger and thumb of each hand to squeeze and twist her hard nipples while she slid her hot cunt up and down my shaft. It seemed like the floodgates were open and she couldn't get enough of it, as she bounced on me, completely oblivious to the older couple walking down the gravel road towards the shower house. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on," I heard the woman say, drawing my attention to them. It only took a few moments before I realized it was the woman from last night, and presumably her husband. I hoped there wouldn't be any trouble which distracted me considerably from the sexy cunt riding my cock. "So they're naked," he answered. "And that bulge in your shorts is what? A tennis ball you forgot to leave at the camper?" "I didn't say seeing her naked wasn't fun to look at." "I'd do that to you." "What?" "Strip and fuck you like that, if you'd let me." "Why would I wanna see you strip where anyone could see you?" "What? You don't think my body is good looking enough for that?" "I didn't say that, but who wants to look at an old woman's body?" "The hell you say!" she said, stopping in the middle of the road. "You wanna try that again?" I was glad that Tina was about to push over the edge and climax on me, because I had a hunch the argument in the driveway was about to become a serious distraction. "Just that no one wants to see old people's bodies," he said again, digging the hole even deeper. "Really? You're sure you wanna stay with that? Not something like, damn you're a sexy woman and I wouldn't mind seeing you naked anywhere you want to strip?" "I'm just sayin'," he answered, starting to pull the dirt in on top of him as he stood in the bottom of the hole he just dug for himself. "Maybe we should just see about that," I heard her say just as Tina started to climax on me, her cunt squeezing and spasming around my shaft as her legs trembled. "Oh, fuck yes!" she moaned loudly as she sat on me, no longer bouncing, but just enjoying the orgasm washing over her. Looking past Tina, I could see the woman in the road starting to pull her shirt up and off. In a few moments it hit the gravel and she bent to push her shorts down her body, dragging her underwear with them. She bent, her ass sticking out at me, showing me her cunt as she worked her clothes over her shoes. She stood there for a few seconds, waiting for a response from her husband, who did nothing but stare. "Alright then," she said turning and walking towards me. "How about you? Interested in playing with an old woman's body?" she asked, giving me a little grin and wink. "My husband doesn't think my body is sexy enough to be naked in public. What do you think?" Tina looked around, her fading orgasm letting some of that bashfulness slip back out again. She pushed off of me and crossed her arms over her tits before running to the camper across the road, running right past the guy in the road. "Well now. This is interesting, isn't it?" the woman asked, stepping towards me. She reached out for my cunt-juice covered cock and wrapped her hand around it as much as she could and began to stroke it. "Does this old body look sexy to you? Sexy enough to fuck?" "With your husband standing right there?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "I didn't say I was going to fuck you, I asked if you thought my body was sexy enough to fuck? If I sat right there on that tailgate and spread my legs, would you wanna fuck me?" I chuckled, understanding what she was doing. "Well, you're already naked, so if you walk over there and sit down, if your husband doesn't come fuck you, I'd be happy to." She winked at me again and let go of my cock. She turned and walked over to the tailgate and sat on the edge, leaning back and lifting her legs much the way I had her the night before. "You mean like this?" I got up from my chair and stepped over the few feet to the truck and stood between her legs. I let my shaft press against her cunt lips and reached up her body to her tits, grabbing both of them and squeezing them. "Something like that," I agreed as I let her grind her cunt against my cock. "How about it Gary? You wanna come fill my cunt or should I let this hot stud take care of it. It's not every day you're gonna find me naked on the tailgate of a truck. Better not miss the chance." "Right there, in public like this?" "This guy doesn't seem to be bothered," she said, reaching down for my cock and pushing me back so she could rub my head up and down her slit, spreading her lips with it. "Mmm. Such a nice hard cock. Is yours hard yet Gary? Or should I let him push this right into me?" "You wouldn't," he responded. "Gary, you have ten seconds to get over here and fuck me or so help me, I will!" "You wouldn't," he repeated. I could see the look on her face, one of determination. She pulled on my cock, coaxing me to push into her a little bit, my head spreading her as my head started to slide in. I could tell by the way she was holding me she didn't want me to slide all the way in, just a little bit, just enough to tease her husband into action. "Oh fuck; he feels so big. You sure you don't want to come over here and fill me? It's not every day I'm going to offer something like this. You better take advantage while you can." "In public like this?" he asked again, still not moving. "Honey, I'm horny as hell at the moment. I have a fat cock already starting to inch into me. I swear to God, if you don't come over here and fuck me, I'm going to let him put it all the way in." He didn't move from the road and she pulled on my cock a little more, inching a little more of me into her. "Oh, fuck yes. You sure you wanna let him do this and not you? If I'm not worried about being naked, why the hell should you be?" He finally moved off the road and walked towards us. I pulled from her as she gave me a smile and a wink. I quickly moved out of the way as he unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. "Drop your pants honey. I don't wanna get