I wanted to be an actress. I had come to New York from my small town in Pennsylvania. I had worked hard, and gotten next to nowhere.
I thought that acting was my world, I thought it meant more to me than anything.
And I felt like I was willing to do anything in order to get the right part.
And then I discovered something else. Something different, that I liked more. Cocks.
Hard cocks, going in and out of my pussy. Filling me inside, the way I needed to be filled.
I was a crazy kid, so hungry to be crammed full of pricks. I felt like I lost all my perspective. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be fucked.
I was willing to do anything to get a stiff prick inside of me. I was just so horny. A man had introduced the pleasures of sex to me, and I was like kid in a candy store, I couldn't get enough.
No matter what the cost. No matter what I had to do. Pricks, they were all I could think about. As far as I was concerned, they were the only thing I needed, as long as they were hard.
Chapter One
I didn't know what I was doing there. None of it seemed to make any sense to me anymore.
I mean, there I was, sitting on the couch of Mr. Onway's, sitting there and letting hint run his hand up and down my thigh.
"You're sexy, you're such a sexy babe," he breathed in and out as he stroked my tender flesh. "I really think a girl like you could go places."
I just looked a him. I thought about the time that I would have said no to him. I wouldn't have let anybody touch me that I didn't want touching me, whatever the reason. But I was older now. Not that much older, only twenty-three. As he stroked my leg, moving closer and closer to my pink pussy, I tried to think of when this change had taken place inside of me.
When was it that a naive farm girl from Pennsylvania had gotten to be so cynical? It really didn't matter. It was hard for me to remember what I was like when I first came to the city anyway.
My world now seemed to be filled with people like Ken Onway. People who were interested in buying and selling, and a human being wasn't any different from anything else.
Mr. Onway wanted me. He didn't come right out and say it, like, "Fuck me, baby, if you want me to help you."
No, they were all far too slick for that. He probably would have raised his eyebrows in amazement if I had put it in such crude terms to him.
But there he was, nonetheless, stroking my thigh and telling me how beautiful I was. And I was sitting there. I had already made my decision.
I was going to let him have his way with me. It didn't seem to matter, the way it had at one time.
Trying to make it on the stage is hard enough as it is, you have to sell yourself in so many different ways, selling your pussy really isn't much different.
I've seen the other girls, the ones who would look down their noses at me, saying that I was a tramp. They just work a little bit differently, that's all.
They're out there hustling as hard as they can. We're all tramps, in a way. I just think sometimes that I'm just being more honest about it, that's all.
"That feels good, Mr. Onway, I like it when you touch me there." The words came out of my mouth easily. I was really surprised how I was getting into it.
It wasn't hard at all to lie to such a man. It wasn't hard at all to reach out and begin to stroke his face.
"Call me Ken, please, honey," he whispered to me as he brought his head closer to mine, and his lips touched the soft white skin of my neck.
He started sucking on my neck, and I raised my head, cradling him in my arms, and telling him how much I liked it.
"Oh, the way you kiss, it gives me goose bumps!' I moaned.
And he moved closer, wrapping one arm around me as he continued to stroke my thigh with his free hand. He seemed to like it, what I was telling him. We had talked about opportunities before, when he had been sitting behind his desk and I had been sitting on the chair in front of him.
I hadn't even realized what he was talking about at first.
"I think you have potential, Miss...Manson," he smiled that wolf smile of his.
The only thing I could hear was the praise. I went through such long periods of time being treated like a piece of garbage, I was hungry for the slightest acknowledgement, I guess.
I didn't see the hunger in Ken Onway's eyes.
Not at first.
His office really wasn't any different than a lot of the offices I had been in before.
He was in a seedy part of the theater district, a five story walk-up, but I had been to agents that were in far worse locations that had good shows they were casting.
He knew how much I needed him.
And gradually, I began to understand how much he wanted me.
He came around to the front of the desk, and leaned on the corner of the big oak desk right in front of me.
I was looking at his eyes. They always talked about how important eye contact was. But then I noticed it, the way he was looking down. It was like he was trying to get me to look down, and finally, I wised up enough to take the hint. And my gaze rolled down over his body. He wasn't a bad looking guy, he was in his late thirties, younger than most of them, and he still had a full head of hair.
He had a flat stomach, and it looked like he might work out. Most of the agents were balls of pudding, they hadn't done any physical exercise in years.
I guess I feel a certain amount of contempt for people like that. I mean, I work so hard to stay in shape, always watching the calories so my figure is perfect, and going to the studio every day to limber up. It takes discipline.
And it doesn't seem fair to me that people full of fat should be the ones to decide my fate.
I thought that maybe Ken Onway would be different. I was really hoping that he would not turn out to be like all the others.
He didn't look like all the others. Such a lean body, my eyes kept going lower on his frame, wondering what he wanted me to see.
And finally, I noticed, I saw the bulge that was there between his legs. I'm so dumb sometimes I never seem to be able to pick up on things like when men are making a move on me.
But I could see that tent that was between his legs. His cock certainly looked like it was a big one.
I just stared at it, and my mouth dropped open. I really couldn't believe the way it looked.
It seemed impossibly big, like it was about ten inches long. I had never encountered a cock that size before.
Hell, I had only fucked a couple of guys before. I just wasn't that into it. There was something about sex that turned me off.
I mean, I made it for the first time in high school, but it was only because of the pressure, and because he wanted me to do it and all.
He kept begging me and I really wasn't all that hung up on keeping my virginity or anything like that. So I finally let him fuck me.
We did it in the back seat of his car. All I can really remember is the way it hurt. That first time was really awful, I felt like that cock inside of me was going to rip me apart.
I had never felt so much pain before in my life. I couldn't believe it, I felt like I was going out of my mind.
And it really hadn't ever gotten all that much better. I means I kind of liked it when there was a hard cock inside of me, it felt good, and I would start tingling and thinking that maybe this time it was going to be different from all those other times before.
But it never really was all that different.
I kept feeling like I was missing out on something. I couldn't explain it, this strange tingling I had inside of me. It was like I felt like there was a dam, just waiting to burst.
And each time, I would be filled with hope again, that it was going to happen to me this time.
And each time, after that cock would gush inside of me, I would come away disappointed.
I would lie. "That was great, you were wonderful."
The words came automatically. I didn't think it was any of their faults, I thought it all had to do with me.
They believed me when I told them they were great. I'm an actress after all, I know how to put on a convincing performance.
I learned how to moan and get like I was really turned on by the way the man was fucking me. Most of the stuff I'd picked up from movies I'd seen.
And I think most of the guys were expecting it to be like movies they'd seen, so really, they had no complaints.
I didn't really have anything to complain about either. There was merely this longing that was inside of me, this longing that I couldn't put my finger on.
It wasn't that I was a prude, it wasn't that I hated sex. I just didn't understand, didn't see what the fuss was all about.
So there I was, looking at Ken Onway's cock, bulging inside of his pants1 and thinking about how strange it was that I should be talking to this man about business and here he had an erection.
I mean, sometimes I can be really thick. I didn't know what he wanted, not at first. He just leaned against his desk, patiently, waiting for me to put two and two together.
I looked back up at his eyes, and I noticed the hungry look there for the first time.
He smiled at me. No, no, he leered at me.
"I think I might be able to help you, kid. It all depends on what you want to do."
I knew what he was talking about then it was all beginning to make sense to me.
He wanted me to take care of that big bulge that was there in his pants.
I froze, a look of astonishment on my face. "You mean... I....I....I..."
He just laughed at me, not saying what it was all about. Ken Onway seemed like the type who didn't want to put it into words.
I think he felt cleaner or something, not having to spell it all out. And I really didn't want him to spell it out.
I think I made my mind up on what to do right away. I mean, I'd been going around showing my pictures to so many different guys for so long, I was willing to do anything.
I didn't have any illusions anymore. I knew that this whole business depended on who you know, and so far, I really didn't know anybody.
If I could get Ken Onway on my side, it would be a start. And I knew how hungry I was, I knew how far I was willing to go.
The smile came naturally to me. I just began to grin, smiling from ear to ear.
And Ken Onway knew instantly what my decision was, and he smiled right back at me.
"Yes," he smiled. "I think we ought to sit on the couch and discuss your career."
I bounded over to the old couch before he did. It creaked when I flopped myself down on it.
He sat right down next to me, and he began touching my thighs.
"You really are beautiful," he told me, and he raised my skirt a little bit higher.
My heart was pounding. I couldn't remember when the last time was that I had had sex with a man.
And I still wasn't sure how far I bad to go with this man. I mean, I was willing, but I wanted to get away with as little as I possibly could.
I had forgotten how nice it was to have somebody touching me. I had kind of isolated myself, living in New York, pursuing my dream.
I lived by myself in an apartment, more like a closet than anything else. It was kind of depressing there, I tried to spend as little time there as I possibly could.
Most of the days, I was pounding the pavement. Nights, I used to work as a waitress. I was making good money there for awhile, taking home at least a hundred a night in tips.
But waitressing was not what I came to the big city for, so after saving up as much as I could, I quit and started going after the acting seriously.
I mean, I thought in the beginning that it would turn out to be easier. I can sing, I can dance. Tap and everything. And I'm good, I don't believe in false modesty.
I think I'm pretty good looking too. I've seen plenty of girls up there on the stage who didn't seem to be half as pretty as what I am.
I mean, I didn't know how to use what I had when I first arrived in New York. I was your typical country girl, no make-up, peaches and cream complexion.
I had long red hair, striking, and that had always been enough to set me apart from the crowd.
But there are a million girls in New York with flaming red hair. The agents don't care whether or not it's real.
I had gotten into the best shape of my life. My stomach was totally flat, I didn't have an ounce of fat on me in the wrong places.
In the right places, I had plenty of curves. My tits were nice and round, I always thought if anything that they would be able to get me somewhere.
Men are always staring at them, especially if I wear the right kind of dress, where my cleavage is displayed for all to behold.
I have to admit I get a certain kick from being the center of attention. I dress provocatively because I liked to be looked at. And I really don't think there's anything wrong with that.
Ken Onway didn't find anything wrong with me either.
He sucked on my neck and felt my creamy thighs and moved a hand up and started playing with my tits.
I wasn't into it at all at first. I was just thinking about how this might change things, how I might start being able to put money in the bank account once again, instead of taking bucks out all of the time. I was so eager, so anxious for things to happen, to change for me. I really couldn't wait.
I was touching him almost as much as he was touching me after awhile. It just felt so good to be wanted. Even in this way.
I had become that isolated. I was that desperate.
He was right at my pussy by that point. He had reached up to the top of my thighs, and he was stroking at my box through my pink panties.
It sent a rush of pleasure shooting through my body. I always felt so tingly and alive when a man touched me down there for the first time.
And he had freed my breasts from the blouse they had been held tightly in. They popped free, and Ken started sucking on them, switching from one nipple to the other, flicking his tongue over the surface of the sensitive skin, making both of the nipples hard.
I love sex!
I really like having my breasts played with, that turns me on more than anything, I think.
I like to look down and see a man's head there, his mouth on one of my firm boobs, lapping and licking like he can't get enough.
Ken Onway was making me feel wanted, and that felt very good indeed.
I didn't feel guilty, I didn't think once that I was doing the wrong thing, making the wrong decision.
I was getting into the sex, as I had rarely been able to get into the sex before.
I was touching him, just stroking his face at first, feeling the stubble of his beard on his cheeks.
Gradually, I grew bolder, and began to massage his hard body, unbuttoning his vest, untying his tie.
His body turned out to be everything that I hoped it would be.
It really turns me on to touch somebody who is solid like a rock, whose body is so very different from my own. It reminds me of how soft and feminine I am, to be caressing a virile man.
Ken was turning me on. It was the best part of the sex, as far as I was concerned, as far as my experience went.
To have him fondling me, it really drove me mad. I couldn't get enough of it.
It made me hotter inside than having a cock going in and out of me. The fucking was always a letdown after all the tremendous foreplay. I always liked the fondling to go on as long as it possibly could.
Feeling like I was going out of my mind. I couldn't get enough of these hands on my body. My tits felt like they were more sensitive than they had ever been before in my life.
And touching his body was making me just as hot as I had been before. Fondling him, I couldn't get enough. I felt like I was losing control, like I was going out of my mind. I didn't want him to stop. And I didn't want to stop either.
My hands felt the fur on his chest, I like touching a hairy chest, it reminds me of what a beast men are, what power they have, in those strong arms.
I liked feeling the way he trembled as I caressed him. Feeling him getting more and more turned on by the way I was touching him. It made me feel proud, really, it made me feel like a real temptress.
And then, finally, my hands went down to that tent that was there between the man's legs. I felt that big cock, rubbing it with the palm of my hand first.
It felt like a giant piece of wood inside the man's pants. It was hard at first for me to believe that this cock was real. It just didn't seem possible at all.
I had never encountered a cock any longer than six or seven inches. And certainly not a cock that was so fat around.
I began to try and stroke the entire magnificent organ through the pants. It felt like I was hardly going to be able to get my fingers around the whole thing. I wanted to touch the actual flesh of the cock. Cocks really turn me on, I like feeling the veins in the rock hard monsters.
They're so weird, so different from anything else on a person. It really doesn't seem natural, like they belong to men.
Cocks seem to have lives of their own, they way they pulse, the way they cum. I always liked stroking a man's cock, and watching his face, feeling his body react.
They just seem to love it so much. It's just a column of flesh, and I can't believe how much it controls their lives.
It has to be the most sensitive piece of flesh around, as far as I can tell. Ken Onway certainly liked it when I unzipped him and pulled his throbbing dick out.
He gasped when I ran my fingers down the length of his magnificent tool for the first time.
He couldn't believe what I was doing to him. I was making him hotter and hotter inside.
And he was squeezing my breasts, massaging my thighs with more enthusiasm then he had ever shown before.
It was becoming something so strange, so different from what it had started out to be. I hadn't been into it at all, not at first. The only reason I had been touching this man or letting him touch me was for the opportunities he might be able to give me. That was the only thing I could think about.
But somewhere along the line, it started changing for me. I couldn't really put it into words. I couldn't really explain any of it.
I liked touching the man so much, his body, his face, he really was a hunk. The more I touched him, the more I needed to touch him, wanted to touch him.
And it had never been like that for me before. It had never ever been like that.
His hands were beginning to feel so good, as he massaged my cunt.
He dipped a hand down inside of my panties, and for the very first time, he was caressing the lips of my aching pussy.
I liked that, I liked having that man touch me there quite a bit. It really drove me wild, I had never been so into it before.
I don't think my pussy had ever been so sensitive.
He was stroking me, and I was pumping that cock; Right there in his office, we were both drenched with sweat, the lust filling us.
I had never been quite so hot, and once more, I was filled with expectations. I kept thinking that it was going to be different this time.
I was going to finally be able to feel all of those things that I was supposed to feel.
The thought of it turned me on so much, I couldn't wait, I really couldn't wait for it to happen to me.
I knew, even before we started, that it was going to be better. There was something in the way this man was touching me that was so good, so unlike anything I had ever experienced before in my life.
"I want to fuck you," he moaned. "I need to be inside of you, so much."
And I wanted him, I needed Ken Onway more than I had ever needed any man before in my life.
Chapter Two
Ken knew how to touch my pussy, and make it burn.
Most of the men I had been with, they really hadn't known anything at all about pussies.
I guess they never really bothered to take the time to find out how women worked.
It was funny, I can't blame them, because I really didn't know how women's pussies worked either, and it was my damn body!
It seems ridiculous to me now, looking back, that I could ever have been so ignorant. I wonder what my life would have been like if I had just met a man like Ken sooner, a man who knew what pussies were all about. A man who knew how to make women explode.
I mean, I was over twenty years old, and I knew nothing about my clit! I had just never explored that much down there.
It wasn't like I was ashamed or embarrassed of my pussy, the way some girls are. I guess I was just thick, I never really put it all together.
I had stroked the lips of my cunt a couple of times, but I had never been able to put it all together, to find out how I ticked inside.
Ken Onway had to be the one to show me that, to show me what I was made of inside. He was the one who first made me tremble, the way I always knew it could be.
That was the thing. In the back of my mind, I knew that I should be feeling more. But I never bothered to find out, to explore my body. I was a stranger to myself.
It was Ken who introduced me to pleasure.
His hand inside of my panties. I was wet, I was turned on, but that had happened to me before.
As I said, I would get this mild tingling, and I would get horny, but the act of sex itself would always be a disappointment to me. Ken didn't disappoint me. He didn't disappoint me at all.
He began massaging my cunt, the fingers working over the lips of my cunt. He let the honey from my pussy roll out onto his fingers, so they slid easily over the surface of my slit.
And he even began working his fingers inside of my slit. That made me tremble, I really liked the way it made me tingle inside.
I simply didn't know how much better it was going to get for me. I had no idea in the world.
Not until Ken found that little nub at the top of my cunt, where the soft lips came together.
I had never found it, I had never stroked my clit. Not when it was all hard and excited the way it was at that moment.
I thought I was going to jump out of my skin the first time I felt a finger glide across the surface of my cut.
It felt so good, like fireworks going off inside of my body.
The sensation was so strong that I couldn't believe it at first, I didn't understand what was causing it.
Not until Ken ran his finger over my burning cunt again. And I thought that I was going to lose my mind. I thought that I was going to explode right then and there.
He was gliding his finger over my clit so easily, I couldn't believe how good it felt to me.
The best sensation I had ever known in my life. I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
Such pleasure, I had no idea that my body was capable of giving me such pleasure.
Each time he stroked my clit, it felt better than the time before. There were so many nerve endings in that little nub, all firing for the first time, sending the wonderful waves of pleasure to my head, filling me up and letting me know how good it all was.
So wonderful. I had never had it any better. I couldn't have asked for more joy.
He moved his fingers around, sometimes leaving my cut, and stroking my pussy again.
And it was like something magical had happened.
My pussy had never been so sensitive before. Feeling the fingers stroking me, lighting me up inside, it had never been so right, so good inside.
I couldn't get enough of that man's hand now, no matter where he touched me, it was wonderful, beyond belief.
I felt so good inside, and I knew that there was still room for more. I knew that I was capable of rising higher, much higher.
It was like I had become more sensitive, more alive than I had ever been before in my life.
Even stroking that iron cock gave me more pleasure now than any cock had ever given me before.
I felt so much more alive than I had ever felt. Every breath of air going in and out of my lungs filled me with new vigor. I couldn't get over it. I couldn't get enough of this.
I felt like I was losing my mind. It was all so good, it was all so right for me. I never wanted those fingers to stop.
And I started feeling something that I had never felt before.
It was an emptiness, a hunger inside.
A hunger for hot cock. I wanted to be fucked, I really needed to be fucked.
I craved cock, needing it inside of me, and I had never felt anything like it before.
It was like I was under some powerful magic spell, a spell that I could not escape from.
I stroked the man's body, I continued to pull on his cock, imagining the way it was going to fill me up inside.
I moved my hand down and began to play with his balls, my actions free, spontaneous, in a way they had never really been before.
I myself was feeling free and spontaneous. I needed this man so much. His cock, and the way he touched me were all that mattered.
Why I was doing this, for my career, to get that break, I lost all sight of that.
Ken Onway's throbbing monster was the only thing that mattered to me.
I stroked the back of his neck, and I ran my fingers through his hair. My fingers were trembling, I felt so weak inside. I couldn't control myself, I couldn't control this burning desire that was inside of me.
I pulled him down on top of me, I liked the way the weight of the man felt on top of me. My hands worked on pulling down the man's pants. I ripped them off Of him, so I could run my fingers over his naked ass.
Squeezing the mounds of soft flesh, running my fingers down the crack of the man's ass.
And moaning, as I had never moaned before, as he ripped my flimsy panties to pieces. Ken was strong enough to be able to snap the elastic. Shredding the panties to pieces so there would be nothing to block his giant cock from my waiting pussy.
He returned his fingers to my clit, after he had freed my pussy from captivity, and those magic fingers began to work their spell on me once more.
I was a slave to the way they massaged me. Sometimes slow, so I was able to barely feel them touching me. And then sometimes faster, harder and harder with each stroke. Feeling like I was going out of my mind.
And then I felt the cock pressing against me, pushing forward. I wanted that cock inside of me so much. It had never been like this before.
"Fuck me, please put your cock inside of me."
I was begging for it, I needed to be fucked so much. I was aching inside, it felt like I was dying or something.
It felt like the only thing that would possibly be able to cure me would be this cock hammering in and out of me. Filling me up inside, the way I wanted to be filled.
Filling me up inside, it was all going to be so right. So good.
Yes. I felt the head of the massive dick spreading me apart inside. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. I felt like I was having it all now.
The cock spreading me apart. I couldn't get enough of it, I felt like I was going out of my mind. The pleasure, the pleasure of it all. So good, so right for me.
He was being gentle, working his cock in and out, sliding in deeper a little bit more with each stroke.
And I loved the way the cock was filling me, I thought it was the best feeling I had ever known.
I couldn't get enough of the magnificent organ. The more I had it inside of me, the more I needed it.
I felt like this was the first time I had really fucked, this was the first time I really was learning what sex was all about. It was so right, so good for me. I didn't want the man to stop. I wanted him to keep on pounding his hot organ inside of me again and again.
And he was doing that to me. On that old creaky couch, we were fucking, beginning to move as if we were one.
And he, all the time kept that finger moving over my cut. That was the thing that made it all complete for me. That was the thing that was making me rise higher than I ever had before.
It was like before Ken Onway touched me, I had no idea what sex was all about. I had touched men, and I had had them cum inside of me, but it had never been good, they had never been able to supply me with what I needed to feel inside.
Joy, joy as I had never known before. Feeling like this was the beginning of a new phase, knowing that I would never be able to live without this.
I had gone so long without a cock inside of me, because I didn't care, because fucking hadn't been important to me.
I hadn't known what it was I was supposed to feel. Now, with knowledge, came an incredible hunger.
Something was unleashed inside of me, and I couldn't get enough. The cock going in and out of me was giving me what I wanted, what I needed more than anything.
And still, I didn't want that pounding organ to ever stop. Not when I was feeling so right.
Not when there was such joy inside of me, the more that that stiff organ filled me up.
I screamed and moaned as I had never carried on before. It was unbelievable, these feelings that were washing through my body.
My cunt, my cunt was truly becoming a part of me for the first time. Before Ken's cock, it had merely been a receptacle for men, and a place to piss and menstruate from.
Suddenly, that all began to change for me.
I saw that my pussy was designed for another purpose, it could make me feel things that no other part of my body could make me feel.
Magical things. Wonderful things. I couldn't get enough of the way my cunt was burning inside, it made me feel so good, I didn't want it to stop.
"Your cock, I love the way your cock is filling me!!" I cried out.
And that made the man on top of me fuck me even harder. He began to work his throbbing dick in and out of me, filling me up inside, the way I wanted to be filled, the way I needed to be filled.
The cock just felt so right inside of me, I couldn't get enough of it. I felt like I was soaring, flying to another state of being.
He was ramming it inside of me by this point, jamming that big piece of meat in again and again.
I had never had a cock so big inside of me before. I had never felt anything like it before in my life. And I loved it, I absolutely loved it. The cock, it was so good the way it made me tingle inside.
It was touching me where nothing had ever touched me before. I couldn't get enough of it. Each time the massive dong slid inside of me, it was better for me then the time before. The thick piece of meat, hammering.
Making the walls of my pussy itch, as they had never itched before. I couldn't get over how delightful it all was. I felt like I was going out of my mind.
It was like my mind didn't have anything to do with it, not anymore.
It was my pussy, my hot, hot pussy that was in control. It was my pussy that was making me throb and sing and dance to the feeling of that pounding cock.
Feeling the balls of the man slapping against my thighs as the big stud fucked me. And those fingers on my cut, they made it all complete for me.
They made the incredible burning that was filling my body seem real to me.
In and out that fantastic cock worked, in and out, faster and faster and faster.
I looked down and watched the big cock going in and out of me, moving like a blur as the man jammed it into my pussy again and again.
My cunt was vibrating, I had never felt anything like this before in my life. My joy that was filling me was so strong, incredibly strong. I had no idea that my body was capable of giving me so much pleasure.
The tingling just kept getting better and better.
And looking up at Ken, I could see it, in his face, the way he looked, almost like he was in pain.
But I knew it wasn't pain that he was feeling. I knew it was joy, intense, incredible joy that was filling his body.
Making him go out of his mind with pleasure. I wanted it to be good for him, I wanted this to be the best fuck of his life, because that was the way it was for me.
I had never had it so good, I had never known what sex was all about.
Until him. He was the one, he was showing it to me. He was making me sing inside.
Such joy, such incredible joy, I never knew what life was all about before that moment.
I never knew how important sex could be. I had always thought it was something I would be able to live without. I had always thought it would be something that I didn't have to have.
But as that cock filled me up inside, hammering into me again and again, I began to see, I began to realize what it was that I wanted. What it was that I needed.
More than anything.
To be made to feel alive.
To be made to feel close to somebody. Closer than I had ever felt before.
Ken and I, we were beginning to move as one. It was like I was able to sense the joy that the man was feeling inside of Rim.
And I could feel the same joy inside of me. We were feeding off of each other, rising higher and higher, to heights I never thought were attainable.
Not for me, not for frigid Brenda.
I had always been so hard on myself, and I never thought that it could be them, it could be the man who is not pushing the right buttons. He was the one who was making me feel so strange, like there was something missing.
But with Ken, there was nothing missing. For the first time in my life, I had everything that I needed.
And it came upon me so unexpectedly, it was wonderful, it made it that much better, because it was all so spontaneous for me. So good inside.
I felt like I wanted to be like this always, with my head spinning, my pussy being the only thing in the world that was important to me.
"Yes! Oh God! YES! YES!" I screamed.
I had to affirm it, what was happening, this magnificent process that I was going through.
I didn't want the pounding cock to stop, I didn't ever want the tingling that was inside of me to cease.
Not when I was on fire, going out of my head. It was all so right, all so good for me. I was spinning around, losing all control.
It was almost scary, I bad never lost control before.
Sure, I'd read about orgasms, I'd dreamed about having them, but I never thought it would ever be so strong. That U wouldn't be able to think about anything else.
The tingling that was inside of my pussy was the only thing that mattered to me. It was the only thing I could think about.
I felt like I was getting lighter, like my pussy was the only part of me that really existed.
The rest of me was attached to my pussy, dependent on my pussy. My cunt was what I lived for. My cunt was what made me sing inside.
Throbbing, pulses of joy filling my body, shooting through me from head to toe. I couldn't believe how wonderful it all was.
Feeling like I was going out of my head. And loving the feeling, trusting myself.
Having the courage to let go for the first time.
Ken was doing it, he was driving me to the land of bliss. He would grind his cock inside of me, making me feel every throbbing inch of his magnificent monster.
And I wanted it, I needed to feel his cock inside of me more than I had ever needed anything before in my life.
The cock grinding in and out of me, filling me inside the way it was meant to be.
I was so hot inside, I never wanted the fucking to stop.
And yet, there was another feeling that took control of me. A feeling that this was all getting to be too much for me.
The pulsing that I was feeling in my clit, and in my pussy, it was beginning to overwhelm me.
I didn't want it to stop, not when I was burning up so much, feeling like I was going to go out of my mind.
Out of my mind, the pleasure of it all. I was swept up in a way I didn't understand.
It was orgasm that was rising up inside of me, taking control of my limbs.
My arms flailed about wildly over my head. I had to hold on, as long as I possibly could, wrapping my arms around the man, caressing him and making him feel the fire that was burning inside of me.
Making me flare up inside, making the fire burn so brightly inside of me. So strong that I felt like I would never be able to let go.
And yet, at the same time, I had to let go.
The walls of my pussy, feeling so good wrapped around the giant cock, pulsing with life, singing with jay.
The joy of being alive, of having every inch of me more alert and more aware than I had ever been before in my life.
And the loudest sound, the thing that dominated all of my senses was the throbbing in my cunt.
There had never been a noise, never a feeling like it inside of me before. A warm, honeyed feeling, that made me feel glad to be alive, glad to have a cock inside of me, knowing that nothing could ever be any better than what I was feeling at that moment.
So strong, this incredible tingling inside of me. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't control myself. I held onto Ken, trying to keep the joy inside of me.
I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as tightly as I could as the cock continued to snake its way inside of me.
The massive organ, sliding in and out of me, again and again and again.
Sending me over the edge, into the land of bliss, where I had never been before.
The walls of my pussy convulsed wildly. As I screamed, "AAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!!" over and over again.
I had lost all control. The only thing that mattered was my cunt, and the cock that was filling me. Better than anything else I had ever known before in my life. Singing inside, feeling like I was losing my mind. Losing my mind, the pleasure of it all.
I was cumming, for the first time in my life I knew what it was like to explode. To feel like a woman, the way it was supposed to be.
My heart pounding, the sweet release, as every muscle in my body tightened with the tension of letting go, and then relaxed, finally, in a state I had never felt before.
Feeling limp, like a noodle, all of the energy having been drained out of me, as the orgasm had swept through my body. So good, I wanted to feel another one.
As soon as I was able to recover my strength.
At that point, lying there beneath the man, I didn't know if I would ever be able to find the strength to move again.
The man on top of me, his cock still working in and out of me, I couldn't believe that Ken was still fucking me.
It felt so good, but I was so weak. I wanted him to cum, to feel the joy that had filled me so completely. I needed him to cum, more than anything in the world. It would be so good. It would be so right, I couldn't believe it. I was going out of my mind.
And then, Ken could stand it no longer. The way it must have felt, his stick being squeezed by the convulsing walls of my cunt, I don't think that there was a cock in the world that could have stood up to the tight massage of my pussy.
Ken moaned, he cried out almost as loudly as I had done.
And then be let himself go, he slipped away, up and over the edge, into the abyss of bliss.
I felt his cock jump inside of my warm wet snatch. I felt it dance inside me, expressing the joy that I had made the cock feel.
And then the cum began to pour out the end of the burning organ. Cum, shooting inside of my cunt, filling me up the way I wanted to be filled inside.
It was so good inside, I didn't want the fucking to ever stop. Not when I was burning.
Feeling the man on top of me being the one to thrash around with joy. Losing control, filling me with his life.
He and I had touched each other, we had communicated in a way that I. had never communicated with anyone before in my life.
I felt all rosy inside. I held the man as tightly as I could.
I wasn't thinking about shows, or why I had done this. None of that mattered to me, not when my cunt was burning inside. Not when the cock was still pulsing, emptying the last remnants of steaming cum inside of me.
Chapter Three
I didn't think that this looked like the right place at all.
I looked at the address that Ken had given me. I couldn't believe that I was in the right neighborhood at all.
The only thing in the block were sleazy bars. This didn't look like the place where a show would be going on.
But then, the name Ken had given me didn't sound like any show name I had ever heard before.
Snake Ramsey. That's what Ken had said, for me to go an talk to Snake Ramsey.
He'd been rather evasive about what it was about. Actually, I suppose I should have been the one to ask him for details.
All Ken had said was, "A girl like you, you'd be perfect for Snake."
And that was that. He gave me the address, and I came trudging out to this place.
1031. I kept looking at all the numbers, trying to think about what would be the likely place.
And the only place I saw was a sleazy looking bar, named the Bamboo Lounge.
It took me a while before I located the number. And there it was. 1031.
I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe that Ken would send me to such a place.
We had fucked. It was more than fucking, we had made beautiful, passionate love.
At least, it had been that way for me.
I had felt things that I had never thought I would ever feel. I had been able to unchain a part of me that had always been locked up.
I didn't know what it was. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Until Ken touched me, and showed me how right he could make everything.
I thought we had communicated. And now, he had sent me to a sleazy dive like this one. The Bamboo Lounge.
I couldn't believe it. I tried to peer in through the window, but it was all stained and covered so I wasn't able to see a damn thing!
I swallowed, deciding what to do next.
I had explained my situation to Ken. I had told him that I was at the end of my rope.
I had quit my job, putting all my hopes into landing a job in the theater. And I was at the end, I was down to my last couple dollars, and it was either find something now, or give up my dream.
It would have been such a set-back to have to go and get a waitressing job once more. I don't know if I could have done it,
Ken said that he understood. He gave me Snake's name,' saying he would be able to help me out, get me into a show.
And put some food on the table. Ken started talking about money, and the show sounded like it paid better than I had ever hoped for. My heart pounded at the thought of it.
But now, it looked like another situation entirely. I saw the blinking neon light in the window of the Bamboo Lounge. GIRLS, the sign flashed. GIRLS.
And I knew what sort of place it was. And yet, something held me back, I wouldn't admit it to myself.
I couldn't believe that this was what Ken had in mind for me.
Not after what we had done together. He couldn't be so cruel, so cold.
I kept telling myself that perhaps this Snake person was an eccentric theater person, and I was just meeting him there, that was all. I kept wishing, hoping.
And I walked through that door. I don't know why I did it, I don't know what pushed me through.
Maybe I was that desperate, that I knew what it was all going to be about and I didn't care. I'm not, sure about- anything anymore. None of it makes much sense.
But I walked into that smoke-filled room, and my eyes scanned the Bamboo Lounge.
Going there in the middle of the day, it was empty inside.
There were a couple of old men sitting there at the bar, and they turned around and looked at me when I walked through the door.
"Ain't she sweet," the one turned and, said to the other.
They both winked at me, and I tried to ignore them.
I walked straight up to the bartender, and looked at him. "I'm looking for Snake Ramsey," I said softly.
He raised his eyebrows, and he nodded to me. "Snake, sure, he's here. You want to see him, that's just fine."
He went through a door in the back of the bar to summon Snake, and I looked around. I saw for the first time the ratty stage that was there. It was one of the most depressing sights I have ever seen before in my life.
There was a curtain behind the stage, and from what I could see, it looked kind of moldy.
There were a couple of lights hanging in front of the stage, looking like they were ready to fall off and crash to the floor at any moment.
I turned to the back of the place once more, I looked at the big man coming out of the back room. Snake Ramsey.
He had tattoos on both his arms, snakes, of course. He had long hair, all the way down to his shoulders, long sideburns and a burly moustache. Totally out of style.
But there was something about him, something fierce. He had an appeal to him, a certain magnetism.
I watched him coming toward me with my mouth open. I knew that he was not interested in plays. I knew that Snake Ramsey had probably never even seen any legitimate theater.
I knew that I ought to walk right on out of there, forgetting the whole thing. And yet, I stayed.
Part of it had to do with what happened to me with Ken that day. The way I had felt when his cock was inside of me. So good inside of me.
It had awakened a new side of me that had never really existed before. A side of me that I had never really experienced.
I was in tune with certain things that I had never really noticed. I was able to experience certain things that I had never been able to experience.
I knew that Snake Ramsey had a certain magnetism. He was the type of man I would have stayed far away from. But that was before.
Now I could see that he was something special. Worth staying for.
Snake Ramsey had long dark hair, brownish black, the kind that turns me on the most.
He was tall, but not too tall. He was wiry, not as big as somebody like Ken Onway, but there was something about him.
It was something that I would have never picked up on, until a few days before. He was sexy. There was something about him that really turned me on.
It was the way he moved, he reeked of sexuality. I tried to imagine what he would look like naked. I kept staring down at the bulge that was there in the man's legs and imagining what it looked like to me. His cock. I knew that it had to be the biggest cock I knew that it had to be the best cock I had ever seen.
At least, that was the way I wanted it to be. I wanted his dick to be swollen, I wanted to run my fingers up and down his incredible cock.
"Hey baby, I heard you was looking for me," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Ken Onway sent me, he said you might have some work for me to do," I said softly, feeling my heart pounding.
A part of me was still scared to death. I had never been in a place like this before in my life. I knew it was wrong, I knew that I ought to get out of there, if I had a head on my shoulders.
But I wasn't about to move. I was frozen next to the bar where I was standing, until Snake Ramsey grabbed my arm and dragged me off to the bar.
"Come on, baby," he said, going behind the bar and for that back door. "Let's talk things over in private."
It wasn't like I really trusted this guy, but it wasn't like I was really scared of him either. I felt like I didn't know what I was doing anymore.
The way my pussy was beginning to growl again, it was hard for me to think about anything except for how hungry I was to fuck.
I needed that stiff pecker, sliding in and out of me. I wanted it, I needed it more than I had ever wanted or needed anything.
I went in Snake's office in the back. It was a little nicer than the front of the Bamboo Lounge, he had a nice desk and actually had curtains on the dingy window. On the walls were pictures of women.
Naked women, every one of them. Their breasts as big as mine, their hips as curved and shapely as mine. Or almost, anyway.
I felt like I had a better face, that I was better looking than most of these women. At least, I hoped I was.
Snake was looking at me, up and down, he wasn't bashful at all about staring at my tits.
"Nice," he said softly. "You're really stacked."
I turned red, the way I always did whenever anybody gave me a compliment. "Thanks," I said.
"Turn around, won't you?" he asked in a voice that was little more than a whisper.
It was a voice that I found incredibly sexy it didn't occur to me not to do what he said.
Automatically, I wheeled about on my heels, smiling as big a smile as I could muster, trying to move as sexily as possible.
I didn't know what was happening to me. It was like I was under this man's spell or something.
He was nodding when I finally completed my 360 degree spin and was facing him once more. "Yes," he said. "I like what I see. I like what I see."
I wanted to tell him the exact same thing. I was so hot, so horny, I wondered if I was going to spend the rest of my life wandering around wanting every hunk I laid my eyes on.
It was just that everything was so damn different for me. I had never been through anything like this before in my life.
Cocks, I loved them now, I loved men because I knew how good they could make me feel inside. The way Ken Onway made me feel. Like a new woman, like a woman in touch with her body, in touch with the world for the first time.
I had to smile at the man, even when he got up from his desk and came close to me, so close that I could smell his hot breath on my body.
It made me tingle inside, to feel him breathing so hard on me. I didn't want him to stop looking at me, with those burning eyes.
"You ever done any work like this before?" he asked.
"No," I replied, still not sure what kind of work he was talking about. "I never have."
He smiled at me. "You sure you know what you're getting into, you don't seem like the type to me."
I shrugged. "Well, Mr. Onway didn't give me all the details," I smiled.
And then it was like light bulb went off in his head. "Oh," he said, scratching his chin. "I thought you were ... well, it really doesn't matter anyway, you're here, and I think I can use you."
"Use me for what?" I asked. Snake was still standing so close to me. I could reach out and touch him, if that was what I wanted to do.
And I felt like it really was what I wanted to do. More than anything.
"I want you to take off all your clothes, baby." he said softly, like he was asking me to sit down or something, as casual as that.
"What?" I gasped, feeling a twinge in my pussy.
"Take off all your clothes, honey. I need to see what you look like in the raw."
I nodded. I didn't know what I was getting into. I didn't know why my hands were moving over my blouse, unbuttoning each button. Pulling the bottom of the blouse out of my skirt, exposing my breasts to the man.
It felt natural, I realized that I wanted to be naked. I didn't want to have a stitch of clothing on my body.
And what's more, I wanted Snake Ramsey to be naked right along with me. I peeled off my skirt, so that the only thing I had left were my stockings and my heels. My panties, they had been shredded by Ken.
Snake Ramsey was nodding, smiling brighter than ever. "You're really something," he told me. "I think you could be the biggest star in years!"
I shivered, because his office was a little bit cold. "You're not self-conscious at all, are you honey?"
I shrugged. "Why should I be. Men have looked at me before you're not the first."
"Yes," he said, "But you don't find a girl very often like you, who doesn't mind having men, well, stare at her like I'm staring at you."
"I like having you looking at me," I said softly, feeling the quivering getting stronger and stronger inside of my bush. "I want you to look me up and down, Mr. Ramsey."
"Call me Snake, please," he said softly. "You could be great, we'll have to see the way the camera treats you," he said softly.
"Camera?" I asked. "What's this all about?"
"Films, baby, you know the kind."
And then it dawned on me. I looked again at all the pictures of the naked women on the walls of the office, and I realized for the first time that they were all movie posters.
I couldn't get over it, all of these gorgeous women, and they were all movie stars. Porn stars.
That's what Snake was talking about, that was why Ken had sent me to this place. To be a porn movie queen.
I couldn't believe it, I was really shocked. I felt mad, mad at Ken Onway. He must have thought of me as a slut. He must have totally misunderstood what had happened between us.
But then I thought about it, I thought about how I had felt when I first agreed to fuck him. I ~was doing it for the job, I hadn't been aware of how that was going to change for me, and I would begin to feel differently about things.
I would learn for the first time to really love the feeling of having a cock inside of me. A man on top of me.
My world had shifted, and it was never going to be the same again. Porn movies. Snake must have been a producer. a man behind it all. And he wanted me. I could see that. It was something I never thought about doing before, it was something I never thought I would be reduced to.
Porn movies. I looked again at the posters on the walls. All of those women staring back at me. The sexy looks on their faces, all for the men who would come and watch them in the movie theaters.
I didn't know how I felt about things anymore. It was strange, I felt all mixed up inside, all confused about things.
I felt like I had changed so much already on that day. It was hard for me to think about what else was going to happen.
My perspective was gone. I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't know if I was willing to do this. The only thing I could think about clearly was the burning in my pussy. And how much I was hungry for cock. And the fact that there was a hot man with a hot organ right there in front of me.
Snake had been looking at me, watching all the changes on my face as I began to put two and two together.
"Well?' he asked. "Are you interested or what?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, Snake, I don't know," I said softly. "It's just so hard for me to think. So hard for me to know."
He took a step forward. "One thing I'd like to know, baby, before we go any further, I'd like to see you in action."
"In action?" I asked. Still so blind, still so naive. "What do you mean?" Snake grinned that grin of his again. "I'd like to see the way you fuck, honey."
"Oh," I said, thinking about how good it would be to fuck, how much I wanted, how much I needed a stiff prick inside of me. It would be the best thing in the world for me, as far as I was concerned. It was what I needed to feel, more than anything.
Snake moved toward mc when he realized that I wasn't going to refuse him.
He grabbed me around the waist, I felt those big strong hands guiding me to him, and he pressed me up against him.
He brought his lips to mine, and he pressed them against me. His tongue made its way into my mouth, and he pressed against my tongue. We moved out lickers around in a circle, dancing with each other, getting hotter and hotter inside.
I couldn't stand it, I felt like I was going to lose all control. My pussy was on fire, I was hornier than I had ever been before in my life.
It was so different, knowing what it was that I needed, what it was that I wanted more than anything.
It was concrete to me now, after having gone through an orgasm. The mystery was gone. And the hunger that I felt inside was greater than it had ever been before in my life.
I couldn't believe how good it was to press hard up against a man.
I was naked, and it felt good to be that way. As far as I was concerned, it was the clothes on Snake that were getting in the way.
I ground my hips against him, and I felt the big cock that was there, encased in his tight jeans. It felt like a big cock, it was getting harder and harder each time I pressed hard against it.
Grinding faster and faster, feeling the magnificent organ. Thinking about how good that cock was going to feel inside of me. Knowing that it was going to light me up the way that nothing else had ever done before.
Chapter Four
Things had changed so rapidly for me.
Before knowing the joys of sex, I would have called my behavior in the office with Snake Ramsey sluttish.
But that was before I had changed. Now, the world looked completely different to me.
I had always cut myself off, thinking that my career was everything. And now, I knew better, I knew that it didn't matter to me. Not as much as other things. Like contact, with other human beings.
I needed to be close to people. I needed to be connected. With men. That was the way things were. It had to happen for me, I had to feel the hardness of a cock inside of me. It was the only way, as far as I was concerned.
Feeling and pressing against me. Unbuttoning his shirt, so I could feel the tightness of his muscles. All I could think about was how good he was going to make me feel.
I hadn't learned the other part yet. How good it was to give, how much joy I would feel by making him burn inside. Knowing that that would be the best thing of all for me. To feel a thick cock going in and out of my cunt.
I had to make him want it, I had to make him need it as much as I wanted and needed it.
I moved my hand down Snake's body, and. I began to squeeze the big bulge that was there in his pants. His hard cock, it felt so right in my hand.
I could feel it now, the way it was throbbing, it was hard, hard as a rock. We were kissing the entire time that I was touching him, stroking his body. The kisses were good. Ken and I had hardly touched lips together at all.
Snake was a different man. The way he held me, he was, much rougher. And. I liked it, I liked him groping at my hot flesh and making it all red and raw. I liked the way he pressed his lips against mine so hard that they hurt.
I had to have his cock, I wanted it, I needed it so much. More than I had ever needed anything before.
I unzipped his pants, and I buried my hand down inside of his underwear. I felt the big bulge that was there between his legs. The cock, the magnificent cock.
It was so hard, it was pulsing, full of life. I stroked the organ, running my hand up and down the magnificent stick over and over and over again. Feeling the way the cock was tingling inside. Knowing how good it felt for Snake, to have me touch it there.
Stroking the cock, all the way down to the balls. I ran my hands around his nuggets, and I felt the way they were throbbing. I ran my fingers over the sac, holding it in my hands, letting the two nuggets slide through my fingers.
And then I squeezed the sac. Not too hard, but harder than I had ever squeezed a man's balls before in my life.
I knew how sensitive a man's balls were but there was something that was telling me to do it. There was something that was telling me that Snake Ramsey wanted it that way.
And he loved it, he groaned and he trembled and he felt weak in my arms. I knew that he was into it. I knew that he loved what I was doing to him.
"Oh god," he moaned. "Oh god, that just feels so good."
It made me smile. To think that I was going to be a porn star. The idea had scared the hell out of me at first, I hadn't wanted to think about it at all.
But now, that had all changed for me. I felt like sex was the thing that interested me the most. Fucking was the main thing in my life, it was what I wanted to do more than anything.
To do it in front of cameras, to be able to get paid for it, it sounded like a kick.
I was willing, at that point, holding the man's balls in my hand, I was willing to do just about anything.
It really turned me on to hear the way that the man was moaning when I stroked his balls.
With my other hand, I reached down and took his cock in my hand, so I was able to manipulate his cock and his balls at the same time.
I wet my fingers, licking them with my tongue and then I ran that hand over his cock. He seemed to like that, because my hand glided easily over the surface of his dick.
There was friction, but there was not as much friction as before. I didn't want to rub his cock raw.
I wanted the man to filled with joy. I never realized before, how much I wanted something like that to happen. To have the man trembling against me, it would be the best feeling in the world.
And he was trembling against mc, he was leaning, putting most of his weight on my body, because of the way I was stroking him. He had been made that weak.
It was a turn-on, to know that I, Brenda Manson, was capable of doing such a thing. Making a man that hot.
I kept thinking about how much hotter I could make him, how exciting it would be if he were weak, at the knees, about to buckle over. That would be the best thing in the world, as far as I was concerned.
To have him falling over against me, to drain all the energy out of him, I wanted to do that, I wanted to fill him with joy.
It would make me feel good. I kept thinking about how I felt like worshipping that cock. Knowing the joy it was capable of giving me.
I thought about taking the hard cock in my mouth. That was something that I never really liked doing before, all that much.
Sucking cocks had been alright, most of the time I had done it because the man seemed to want me to do it to him. I would lick and suck on the end of the prick, and I would always hope that the man would cum as soon as he could, so it would be over with.
I hadn't had the right attitude at all, the way I was feeling inside. Now, it was all so different, things had changed entirely for me.
I wanted the man to feel good, I wanted to take his cock inside of me.
Just as my pussy was hungry for a hot cock, my mouth was growing more and more hungry to have a stiff load filling me up inside. Thinking about it really turned me on. It made my mouth quiver for cock.
I wanted to feel the head of the dick sliding inside of me, to find out once more what a cock tasted like.
I had to have it. I dropped to my knees, and I was face to face with the throbbing organ.
It looked so big to me, being right there in front of me. And yet, my mouth was salivating, the sight of the cock made me hungrier for it than I had been before.
I needed to have the erect organ filling me. It was just so beautiful, there was nothing in the world that I thought was as wonderful to look at as a throbbing prick.
I watched the way the cock pulsed, I saw it bob up and down, as each heartbeat surged through Snake Ramsey's body.
I wanted the organ inside of me, I needed it to fill me up, again and again. I brought my mouth down over the head of the organ.
My tongue licked the peehole of the dick, tasting the drop of pre-cum that was glistening there on the tip of the cock.
I tasted that pre-cum, and I thought it was delicious. I thought how good a mouthful of steaming white spunk would feel inside of me. I knew that I wanted it, I knew that I needed it more than I had needed anything.
I licked the cock, the entire surface of it with my tongue. Just being down there, between a man's legs, it really turned me on. I licked and licked him, feeling so good inside, not wanting to ever stop.
He put his hands on my head. He ran his fingers through my hair as he was moaning. Moaning, because I was making him feel so good inside.
I was turning him on, more than anybody had ever turned him on before. I knew it, by the way he felt. So weak, he was just like a baby or something. It was so hard for me to describe.
He was in my power. My mouth, touching his cock, that was what was controlling him. That was what he needed more than anything in the world.
And I was giving it to him, taking my time, so he would want it all the more. He needed me, he had to have me wrapped around him. And finally, after licking his cock, I took his balls into my mouth. They were the biggest set of balls I had ever seen before in my life. I took as much of the sac into my mouth as I possibly could.
I rolled the testicles around inside of the sac, pressing against them with my tongue. And then I tugged on the entire sac with my mouth, pulling it down, as far away from his steaming balls as I possibly could.
Feeling so right inside, I cou1dn't stand it, I felt like I was going out of my mind.
Because I knew how much he was being turned on inside. Feeling good, the way he wanted it to be.
I sucked on his balls for quite some time, but finally, the hunger inside of me grew too great.
His cock was right there, I still had a hand on the organ, because I didn't want to lose contact with it.
I wanted that organ to fill me inside. Sucking on the balls was good, but it was the cock that I really wanted. It was the cock that I really needed inside of me.
I couldn't wait any longer. I let the balls slide out of my mouth, and I brought my head up, so my lips were pressing against the head of the cock.
I opened my mouth, as wide as I possibly could, and I slid the head of the prick inside of me. I couldn't believe the way that it felt to me. So good in my mouth, like it always belonged there. Like it was what I needed inside of me, more than anything in the world.
Sucking and sucking and sucking, I felt like I was going out of my mind, the pleasure that was filling me.
It had never been like this before. I had always considered cock-sucking to be such a chore. And now it was such a joy for me.
I wasn't complaining. The way I was feeling inside. I never wanted to stop. Bobbing up and down, up and down on the prick. My tongue rolling against the underside of the throbbing cock.
And feeling the way that the man inside of my mouth was enjoying it. I felt his body quiver, I felt him rise up inside with joy.
The cum I could feel it boiling in his balls. I was so hungry to taste his hot cum. I knew that it would fill me up inside, that it would be the best thing I could ever taste.
I took more and more of the cock inside of me. It felt better that way, to have the cock filling me. It didn't seem right, when there was so much of the tingling cock outside of my mouth.
It was when I had such a warm and wonderful place to take the cock. Deeper and deeper each time I brought my mouth down on the wonderful organ.
My pussy was still throbbing. I was still very hungry inside for the cock. But I didn't want to bring my mouth up away from the organ. That was the last thing in the world that I wanted to do.
To have that cock leave me, even for a moment now, it seemed impossible. Until I tasted that hot cum, there was no way I could live without the throbbing organ inside of me.
I needed to have it filling me up inside. I needed to be fucked in my mouth.
I put my hands on Snake's ass. I felt his asscheeks as my mouth continued to move up and down over his magnificent tool.
I cradled an asscheek in each hand, squeezing them, making the man feel good in another part of his body.
He was leaning against me, pressing hard against mp head for balance. I didn't mind, I liked the feeling of having him need me so much.
Bobbing up and down on the cock, until finally, the head of the prick was pressing against the back of my mouth.
His cock was not as long as Ken Onway's, it was about an eight-incher, but it was plenty fat around. I could barely get my fingers all the way around the throbbing prick.
And it felt good inside of me. I really liked the way the cock was filling me up inside.
I had to stretch my mouth all the way open in order to take the cock inside of me.
And now, my mouth was crammed full of cock. There was no more room there for me to take the wonderful organ.
There was only one place for the cock to go. And that was for the organ to slide down my throat.
I had never taken a cock down my throat before. It had always scared me too much. Some of the guys I had ~been with had really wanted me to do it, take a cock all the way down inside of me, but that had always scared me too much.
I hadn't wanted to do such a thing. I always resisted them. One guy, he even tried to force a cock down in me, pushing my head so I had to take the cock down inside of me, farther than I wanted to.
I came up on that cock gagging, and that cock hadn't been anywhere near the size of Snake's cock.
But I really didn't care about that. I knew that this time, it was going to be different. I was determined to keep working his hard organ inside of me until there was no more of the stiff organ to take inside of me.
That was all there was to it, as far as I was concerned. I was going to suck cock, and I was going to suck all of it.
I have to admit I did feel somewhat apprehensive when the cock began to slide down my gullet.
I was too tense, and that made things more difficult for me. I didn't know what to do anymore. I wasn't about to give up trying, the way I was tingling inside. It was too much for me.
I bobbed up, until just the head of the prick was in my mouth, and then I came back down on the throbbing organ once more.
It felt good inside of me, and the way the man was trembling, lie seemed to like it best of all when I was taking his organ all the way down my throat.
The second time I tried, it was better, it was easier for me than the first time.
The cock was going down inside of me, it felt better for me then it had felt before.
I was more relaxed, and I was more determined. There was nothing that was going to keep me from taking all of that wonderful cock inside of me. Not when I was so determined.
And I was doing it, inch after inch of the dick glided down my throat. Filling me up, the way I wanted to be filled.
It made my pussy tremble inside, to feel it so deep inside of me. I bobbed up and down on the prick, moving faster than ever before. Taking more of the cock in me than I ever would have dreamed possible. Before that day.
Now, it was another world. I was another woman. And cocks felt better to me than they had ever felt before.
And this one was all the way inside of me. I couldn't believe it, I just held the prick there, feeling it pulsing with life.
His pubic hair was tickling my upper lip. I was at the base of the organ. My forehead was pressing against his stomach. I had all of his cock inside of me.
It was another thing I had never done before. And I loved the way it felt to me, I couldn't get enough of it. I couldn't get over it.
I wanted to suck cock, I wanted it to be like this always, always. It felt so good, it felt so right to me. I was singing, I was going out of my mind. The pleasure, the intense incredible pleasure of it all. So good, so right.
Sucking and sucking, feeling the man in me, he was going as wild as I was. Snake' was beginning to thrash about like mad. He loved the way I was sucking him, and I knew that he was not going to be able to hold on much longer.
"Oh yes! YES!" he screamed. "Baby, you're the best! The best I've ever had!"
That filled me with a warm glow, hearing him say such a thing to me. I liked knowing that I was capable of doing things to men that no other woman had ever done to them before.
And it seemed, so easy to me. Sucking cock, there had never been anything that had ever come so naturally to me, so effortlessly. I couldn't get enough of the hot organ.
I moved all the way up and down on the prick. It was such a kick, feeling the cock sliding all the way out of me, as I raised my head up off of the cock.
And it was even better when I went down on the organ once more, feeling it fill me up inside, as it had never been before in my life.
I was filled with such a wonderful tingling. The only thing that was the matter was the way my pussy was aching. The cock felt so good in my mouth, I never wanted to give it up.
But my pussy was so empty, it was crying out for cock. It was then that it occurred to me for the first time what a joy it would be to have two cocks at the same time. I would, be able to feel two organs sliding in and out of me at once.
But that was for some other time. At that moment, I just knew that I had to do something in order to satisfy the way my cunt was burning up inside. I had to do something in order to make the trembling that was in my cunt stop.
I reached down with my hand, taking it off of Snake's nice ass, and I began massaging my cunt as I sucked on that wonderful cock.
Instantly, I was filled with that warm feeling again, of having a hand on my pussy, stroking me the way I wanted it.
I have to admit, it is never as exciting when I touched myself as when somebody else massages me down there. When I play with myself, it is like there is always something missing.
I can't really explain it. It's just that I know what my hand is going to do, exactly where it will massage my 'cunt next, because it is a part of me.
There are no surprises when I touch myself. Not like with another person, when I never know where they will touch me next, or how hard they are going to touch me next. Not to say that my own hand did not feel good touching my pussy.
Almost immediately, I sought out my clit. I needed to stroke myself down there, I needed to massage my little nub, that had been introduced to me so recently.
And immediately, the first time I ran my finger over that sensitive bud, I was filled with that same wonderful tingling that Ken had filled me up with for the first time only a few moments before.
It made me feel so good, it made me feel so right inside, to know that there was such a joyous tingling taking place inside of me.
My pussy started quivering, in just the manner that I wanted it to quiver. I couldn't stop, I couldn't control myself. It was simply too right, too good.
I had to concentrate, so I would stay on top of the cock. My joy was mixing now with the joy that I was giving Snake as I sucked on his monster of an organ. Bobbing up and down, up and down on that wonderful prick. It was the best thing I had ever felt before in my life.
The way the hot cock was throbbing, I never wanted to stop. I never wanted to give it up.
With only a couple strokes of my pussy, I was reaching the end. It only took me a few caresses before I felt like I was near the edge once more, and that orgasm was going to shatter my senses once more, the way it had happened the first time.
I could barely control the trembling that was taking place inside of me. It was so right, so good for me, I couldn't get enough.
I screamed feeling like I was losing all control, and then I brought my mouth down on the cock and began attacking it more savagely then I had ever attacked it before.
I couldn't believe how good it was for me, I couldn't believe how right the cock felt, like it always belonged in my mouth.
Or else that my mouth was made to suck cock. So good, I never wanted to be without it.
Not the way I was trembling inside, not when I needed that cock so much.
And I knew that Snake was close to the edge. The way he was tingling, trembling, I knew that he couldn't hold on much longer. Not when it was so right, so good inside for him.
My head was a blur bobbing up and down on the cock. And with my free hand, I began stroking his balls once more, squeezing them gently, to let him know how much I wanted him to cum. Three things, sucking, squeezing, and stroking myself.
They were all happening at the same time. And it was like I didn't have to think about what I was doing to the man after awhile. It was like everything was moving automatically, all on its own.
And then it began to happen. I felt the cock beginning to dance inside of my mouth. I knew what was going to happen.
I was beginning to boil inside myself as well. I couldn't believe the way I was feeling inside. It was getting stronger and stronger, the quivering in my pussy.
It was getting so that it was too good to be true.
I couldn't stand it, I felt like I was going out of my mind. The pleasure, the pleasure that I was feeling inside. I couldn't hold on, not when it was so great.
My heart was pounding, and then the feeling spread to my stomach, I was tight, wound up, like a bomb ready to go off.
I couldn't stand it, I felt like I was losing my mind, going out of my head. But it wasn't a bad feeling. It was wonderful.
And the cock that was dancing in my mouth made it all even better for me. I couldn't believe it. I was flipping out.
The man was cumming. I was still stroking his balls, and I felt them contract in my hand, as the cum rose up the length of that magnificent prick.
The man was cumming. Hot jism boiled out of the top of his prick. It was shooting inside of my mouth, steaming cum, filling me inside, the way I wanted it.
Load after creamy load of the delicious spunk poured into my mouth. I couldn't get over how good it felt, sliding down my throat. I held on to the cock, riding as it thrashed about wildly in my mouth.
And I was feeling wild inside of my cunt. The way I was burning inside, it was so right, it was so good for me, I couldn't stand it. I felt like I was losing my mind, going out of my head.
The tingling, the wonderful pleasure started in my pussy, and then it spread, filling my entire body.
It seemed to me like the wonderful passion that was sweeping through my body was stronger than before, the first time. I loved the joy that was filling me. I wanted it to be like this always.
Swallowing down the cum load after creamy load of the hot spunk, it felt so good sliding down inside of me, I wanted to keep on swallowing it, always, always.
Working it all the way down my throat once again, so the head of the pulsing dick was dancing in my throat. It felt so right, it felt good to me, I couldn't get over it, I wanted to keep swallowing cock always, always, always.
Sucking and sucking, as the fever in my cunt grew hotter and hotter, until I myself was on the verge of explosion.
On the brink of ecstasy. Too hot to be able to hold it all in. I couldn't control myself, I felt like I was going out of mind. The pleasure, the pleasure of it all.
Spinning around, I was going out of my head. The heat in my cunt taking over, I couldn't control it.
The trembling was controlling me, and there was no way to stop it. Not that I wanted to stop it. I let the joy sweep through my body. It was controlling me, it was lighting me up inside.
Such intense, incredible tingling, I couldn't get over it. Orgasm. It was like I had forgotten how good it could be, to come to a climax.
It was beyond words, the joy that filled my body. It was impossible to really remember just how wonderful it could be, because it was so intense.
I loved it, I thrashed about wildly, as the spasms began to shake me. Joy, such enduring joy shook me.
I never wanted it to stop. I never wanted it to end. The way I was feeling inside, it was so great. And I kept my mouth on that throbbing cock. I kept right on sucking and sucking and sucking, downing load after load of the creamy spunk.
It tasted so good, as I swallowed down more and more of the sperm, the combination of the two things going on at the same time was wonderful.
And finally, there was no more cum for my body to swallow. I had drained the cock dry, and it was beginning to soften in my mouth. I felt the warm cum sliding down to my stomach, it made me feel all rosy inside.
I didn't want it to end, not when I was feeling so good inside. Not when I was going out of my mind. The orgasm shook me so hard, I didn't want to stop shaking, not ever.
But finally, I had to take my finger off of my clit. I couldn't stroke myself anymore, I couldn't control anything. I was drained, once more, my pussy had taken everything I had out of me.
I had to let go, that was all there was to it. I had to let my trembling pussy slip away from me.
I slid to the floor, feeling the pangs of regret as I released the cock from my mouth.
The throbbing piece of meat that had made me feel so good inside.
I lay on the floor, looking up at the man, this Snake.
And he was looking down at me, he was smiling at me from ear to ear. "That was great, really great, baby," he moaned, and I winked at him.
"I think you're going to be a star. God, I've never met anybody who was so hot for cock. You're incredible, you're really something else!"
I felt so proud. I felt like I had really done something. At that moment, I thought it would be the best thing in the world to be a porn queen. All I could think about was that it would mean it would be an endless supply of cocks.
Chapter Five
The next couple of days, all I could think about was that I was finally starting to make it.
I had a script, an actual script that I was reading. I was the star of this film. I was a star.
I had to admit that it carried me for awhile, I was more excited than I had been since I first came to New York.
I really had isolated myself from the rest of the world, living alone in my small apartment, I didn't have any close friends.
I'd lost touch with all the people I used to know at the restaurant. We used to go out and drink sometimes after work, but since I quit, I stopped socializing pretty much altogether.
I guess it's easy for a girl to lose perspective when she's on her own like that. All I could think about was how exciting it was.
And how horny I was.
I was like an adolescent again, going through this constantly horny period like most boys go through.
Sex was constantly on my mind. I just couldn't get enough of it. I would go down to the corner store and buy some milk or something, and I would be checking out all the men that were there, looking at the bulges that they had in their pants, and thinking how good it would be for me to take their hard cocks inside of me. Filling me up inside, the way I wanted to be filled. It would be so good for me I knew it was what I wanted more than anything.
I managed to control myself, since most of the guys in my neighborhood were pretty damn slimy. I couldn't imagine myself hopping into bed with the clerk at the grocery store.
And what I really couldn't imagine was having to walk into that store again after having fucked the guy. I couldn't have lived through that, and I think that's what helped keep me under control during those days when my pussy was burning out of control.
I masturbated constantly. I felt like I always had one hand on my pussy, and still, it was like I couldn't get enough of it.
I guess that I was lonely for a man. I thought that that was what I wanted, that was what I needed more than anything else in he world. To have a man to touch, and to touch me.
I thought about going back and seeing Snake, or seeing Ken again, and telling them how hungry I was for their cocks.
I had a rich fantasy life, imagining what Snake's cock would feel like in my pussy, or imagining that I was having sex with both Snake and Ken at the same time.
I thought that it would be very exciting. I would get all wet inside just thinking about it. Feeling like I was going out of my mind.
And memorizing my script that helped a lot. The scenes were all sex scenes, of course, and I put myself into the part, imagining that they were all real, as I sucked cock after cock, or got fucked by some mysterious man.
The movie was called MARY'S WORTH. It was kind of based on the comic strip in the newspaper, only in the movie Mary was a sweet young thing instead of an old lady.
I was Mary, of course, and I was butting into all of these other people's affairs. They all had sexual problems, and I was the one who was solving them for the different people.
The script was kind of inane, but then again, I guess that almost all porn was like that. I don't know, I've never really looked at any.
I was taking it so seriously. It was a real shock for me when I showed up that first day on the set.
We were a small crew, we drove out of New York out to this big apartment building in Long Island, where they had arranged to shoot. There were the other people in the movie, and they didn't really talk to me at first. I found out that there was some resentment among them, because I was the star of the film, and they had all been in the business for years.
Then there was the crew. They were all guys, and I thought that some of them looked hotter than any of the men who were going to be starring in the film.
It was really weird, being introduced to somebody, and realizing that I was going to have to fuck them.
And the other thing that made me nervous was that I was going to have to perform in front of all of these people.
I had never really thought about that before. I had always just imagined that it would just be a little thing, that the cameras would miraculously be able to work by themselves.
I knew nothing about filmmaking at the time. All of the lights that they needed in order to get things to work out right, it was really incredible.
The leading man's name was Jamie. He was alright, he was an older guy with curly black hair.
He had a crooked smile that I found kind of sexy, but he looked a little bit dumpy. He didn't turn me on, not the way that Snake had turned me on when I first saw him.
Snake was the director, and most of the time, he was far too busy getting things set up to even give me the time of day.
I couldn't believe the pace that they were setting for themselves. We were going to have to shoot the entire film in a week. I had thought that we would probably take a couple of months to shoot it at least.
It really didn't make any sense to me at all. Everybody was running around and getting all excited.
They took me into make-up, and they got me all set for my first scene. Snake was smart, he started me out slowly. The first scene I did really didn't have any sex in it at all.
I was able to relax, take things easy. We started shooting almost immediately, and I whizzed through it, saying my lines blankly, feeling terrified.
I thought I was horrible, I thought that they were going to make me do it all over again. But Snake just smiled, and said I was fine, that they were ready to move onto the next scene.
It was strange. It took me a long time before I realized that they really didn't care whether or not I was any good as an actress. The acting wasn't the important part of the picture.
The important thing was to get things done, and fast. Get to the sex.
I was getting ready for my first sex scene. It was where I was naked in bed, sleeping, and there was a burglar breaking in. He was supposed to see me there in bed, and he was supposed to get so turned on by my naked body that he couldn't stand it.
I was kind of shocked that we were going to be shooting that scene before any of the others. I hadn't realized that film was shot all out of sequence.
They got me ready. There was this girl there who did all of my make-up. I thought that she wasn't doing a very good job at all. She was piling it on, being really heavy-handed.
I kept telling her that this wasn't the right look for me, and she resented it, because she had been doing, this for a long time, and we almost ended up getting into a fight.
It was not what I needed before my first performance in the nude.
The only thing that kept me going was the thought that I was going to be able to soon touch another man's hard cock.
I was going to be able to take the man inside of me, and have him fill me up, the way I wanted to be filled.
I think it was a good thing that I had spent all those days cooped up in my apartment, thinking about how horny I was. By that point, I was ready to fuck just about anything.
Snake was good. He made most of the crew get off the set for my first fuck on the set. That was good, because it made me feel more relaxed about things. I didn't have to worry about all these people staring at me.
The only ones who would be there would be Snake and a cameraman and the sound person.
Jamie was the guy who was the man in this scene. I had checked him out before, wondering what his cock looked like.
The bulge in his pants hadn't looked like anything special to me. He was waiting on the set by the time I got there, all dressed in black, frying to look like a cat burglar.
I thought that it was pretty ridiculous, he didn't look anything at all like a cat burglar to me. But it wasn't my place to say anything about it.
I was wearing a sexy' nightgown, sheer, my boobs could be seen clearly through it and even my scarlet pussy as well.
I moved around self-consciously as Snake led me over to the bed. We didn't even run through the scene at all before we started shooting.
"You know what to do, Brenda," he told me softly. "You just wake up and try to resist at first, and then you get turned on by his cock and fuck and fuck."
That was about all these was to it.
They did a couple of shots without me at first, of Jamie climbing up in the window. I sat on the bed, watching, feeling the pounding of my heart in my chest.
It was like it was finally hitting me. I couldn't believe that I was doing this. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to fuck for the cameras.
They were going to record it, they were going to record it all. Something that was intimate, private, it was going to be on display, for the entire world to see.
I was suddenly terrified of the thought. I thought about my parents and all the people back home, and I wondered what I would possibly be able to say to them, if there was any way that I would ever be able to explain something like this.
But it was too late, too late to back out. They were pointing the cameras at me. We were all ready to go.
I lay back on the bed and pretended to be asleep. There was really nothing else that I could do.
I took deep breaths, and I thought about cocks. Thinking about cocks kept me calm. Thinking about cocks made me tingle inside.
I wanted to feel a stiff prick sliding inside me. I wanted to have a cock hammering away at my pussy, the way I needed it to feel.
All thought I had been fucked a number of times in my life, I felt there was really only one time that counted. That time with Ken Onway. That time when he made me cum.
My heart was pounding by the time they were ready for my first scene. My pussy was wet.
I was thinking about how good it was going to feel, to have a man touching me once more. I was thinking how good it was to be young and beautiful and to have a thick cock sliding in and out of me.
I was asleep. In my mind, I had convinced myself that I was asleep. And there was some man, a strange man who was in the room with me.
I felt like I had come alive, I felt like the part belonged to me now, I believed it. I was going to live it. I heard 'the footsteps of the man padding around my bed. The rest of the set was quiet. You couldn't even hear the whir of the camera.
I could smell the man as he moved closer to me. Jamie was going to touch me soon, this stranger. I didn't know why he was there, I didn't know what would happen.
I was using all of my method acting. Going back into the past, remembering an experience like this once that I could draw from, so the emotions would be real.
And I was thinking about the time when I was a little girl, and there was a sound in my bedroom. And my parents weren't home.
I always slept with the light on. And the door open. But the babysitter didn't know that. She had tucked me in to go to sleep, and then she had closed the door behind me.
It had happened so fast, I hadn't been able to say a word. And then it was too late. I was alone in the room. In the dark. It was too late to cry out, there were things in the room with me, things that only came out in the dark. I was sure, I was absolutely convinced of it.
It made me crazy, I was sweating, making the sheets wet. And that was the experience I was using, as I heard the man padding around my bed. I drew on the terror that I had felt.
And I felt the same horrible gnawing at the pit of my stomach. It was driving me crazy, I felt like I was going to lose my mind.
The same terror, I didn't want anything coming near me. And yet, I knew there was something out there, and that they were going to get me.
I heard the man breathing, standing so close to the edge of my bed. I gripped the sheet that was in my hands so tightly that my knuckles were turning white. I was so scared inside, I didn't want anything like this to happen to me. I didn't, I wanted to be safe in my bed with the light on and the door open, the way it always was with me.'
But then I felt the hands, they were touching me. They were pulling the sheet down, and I had to let go of it, so the man could slide it off of my body. He was exposing my naked form so he could look at the beautiful curves of my body.
So that he could devour me.
I was so afraid, I opened my eyes and I looked up, and the man was there, he was staring at me. A gritty looking man in a wool cap and stubble on, his face. He wasn't anybody I knew. He was a burglar, a burglar.
And he was going to hurt me, he was going to do things that I didn't want to happen to me.
It had never been like this before. I was truly in a state of mind where the things that were happening seemed real to me.
When I saw the film later, I couldn't believe the way my performance had turned out. I had never been so convincing before in my life. It really made me proud.
At the time, when I was lying there in the bed, the only thing I could think of, the only thing that I could feel when the man was moving toward me was terror.
I screamed, I screamed as loud as I could.
But before I could even get much more than a sound out of me, the man was on top of me.
He grabbed me, and he covered my mouth with his gloved hand.
"Quiet, bitch!" Jamie growled at me. And then he showed me the knife. "You be quiet or else you're going to be in big trouble. I can cut you, I can really hurt you."
It all felt so real. My heart was pounding. I had forgotten all about the incredible desire that I had been feeling for cock only a few moments before.
All I could think about was that I did not want this man on top of me. I wanted him to disappear. That knife, it scared me, he was trying to hurt me.
"You're pretty, you're so pretty," he told me. And then he started kissing my neck. I felt that rough stubble rubbing against my sensitive skin.
I felt the weight of a man on top of me. And I knew I had to cooperate, I knew that I had to give him what he wanted.
Otherwise, he was going to hurt me. And I didn't want that to happen. I didn't want anybody to hurt me.
Not when there was another possibility, a way out for me.
I just lay there, he was kissing me, yes, this burglar he was sucking on my neck. His hands moved down and he began to fondle my creamy breasts. And it made me tremble inside, to feel it.
I was beginning to come alive. I didn't want to feel good, but I couldn't help it.
My body, it was just too sensitive. I had been so alone, so aching for a man, and now, to have one touching me, even in this way, even with this man it was beginning to feel good.
The hot lips on my neck, they moved down to my nipples. The man was sucking on my nipples there, he was running his tongue over them and making it all come alive for me. My chest heaved up and down. It felt so right, having somebody there, somebody to make love to my lonely body.
I knew that I had no choice. He was going to do these things to me whether I wanted to have them happen or not.
He sucked and licked and sucked and licked and it made me feel good. My breasts, they felt more sensitive than they had ever felt before in my life. It was a joy to have him stroking them, to have his tongue running up and down over the creamy surface of my tits.
He ran his tongue down around the bottom of my breasts, where the tits came against my chest, he pushed the breasts up with his nose so he could burrow his way nice and deep inside of me.
I really liked the way that it felt to me. I couldn't get over it. I felt like I was going crazy. It felt so good. I didn't want it to feel that way, but soon, all of my fears were melting.
He was moving his hands down on my body as be sucked on my tits. I was naked, not even a pair of panties on, and the man was prying my legs apart. I resisted, but only for a moment, and then I gave in to him, I save into the feeling that I had inside, of wanting him to touch me down there.
He caressed my inner thighs, and it felt so good to be touched there once more. I had been hungry, I had been aching for it for such a long time. And now, to finally have the man caressing me there, it was so good, I felt like I was losing all control. I didn't want the man to stop, not ever.
And he didn't appear to act like he was thinking about stopping. He kept squeezing my thighs, harder than I wanted him to do it some of the time, but he was showing me that he was the one who was in control. I was his slave, I had to do what he wanted.
Helpless. And I liked that feeling. I liked the way I was tingling inside.
He moved his hands up and down, and he was coming closer and closer to my pussy. And once more I was getting wet. I was thinking about how good it would be to have the man touch me there. I was thinking about how much I wanted the man to touch me there.
I just needed him to caress me so much. I was so hot, and it had been so long, that I had been wanting something like this to happen.
All of the fear that I had had inside of me had melted away, just like it was supposed to happen in the script. I was on fire. I wanted the man so much.
And then they yelled, "Cut!"
My pussy was boiling once more, and Jamie and I had to wait until they got the camera and the lights and the sound into their new position. Jamie stayed on the bed with me, but he lit a cigarette, and that kind of ruined the mood for me a little.
But the way my pussy was tingling inside, I knew it wouldn't be hard for me to bring it all back. Not when I wanted to be fucked so very much. I knew how good it would make me feel inside, to have a stiff pecker sliding in and out of me. I knew that it would be the best feeling in the world. I couldn't wait for them to call out, "Action," once more. I knew that then the fucking would really begin.
Chapter Six
Jamie was on top of me, the way it had been in the shot before. Only this time, he had his hand on my pussy. It felt good, it felt so good, to feel the way that he was stroking me.
The fire was burning inside of me once again.
I knew that a cock was just what I needed to feel inside of me. I knew that a cock would light me up inside, that it would be the best thing in the world that could happen.
I felt like I was going out of my mind. The desire in me was so strong. I felt like I was losing all control.
I started pulling, tugging at Jamie's clothes. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. It felt like there was this enormous stick that was grinding against me. I knew' how good it was going to make me feel inside. I knew that it was going to be one of the best possible things that could happen to me.
I wanted, I needed to have the man's cock inside of me. I needed 'to have him as naked as I was.
I started groping, pulling the clothes off of him. I started with the wool cap, I picked that off of his head and I threw it across the room.
After that, I pulled his shirt and sweatshirt so that they were bunched up around his neck. Jamie raised himself up off of me for a moment, and I yanked them over his arms and head, so that I was now free to run my fingers all over his naked chest.
It felt so good, to have his hard body pressing against mine. His skin was warm we were both hot under those bright lights. I couldn't believe how wet I was, down there between my legs.
I knew that the best part of all would be to have the big cock going in and out of my pussy. I knew that I had to free that monstrous stick from its prison. I knew that if I didn't do it soon, I would surely die.
We were both so turned on. I could feel it with Jamie, he was all tense, from having the thrill fill him that came when he pressed against somebody he wanted to fuck.
We' kissed then, be brought his bead up and covered my mouth. They didn't like too much kissing, they had told us that before, because it got in the way of the camera, most of the time.
The thing of it was they wanted me to be seen, they didn't want Jamie covering me up all of the time with his' big body.
So after we kissed for a time, he rolled over, so that I was on top. Snake had told him to do that during the break between shots, and it was a thrill to be on top of the hg man. I could press my body against his, I could rub my titties all over his chest.
And then I decided that I couldn't live without his cock any longer. I had to touch it, I had to have that fat cock inside of me.
I reached down and unzipped the man's jeans. I pulled the pants open, and I snaked my fingers inside of the man's underwear.
I gasped when I came into contact with Jamie's rigid member. I couldn't believe how big it felt to me. It felt like it was perhaps the biggest cock in the world.
It was so fat around, it was bigger than a can of Tab or something. At least, that was what it felt like, as my fingers brushed against the rigid surface of the prick for the first time.
I felt like I was losing, control, it all felt so good for me. I laced my fingers around the rigid member, and I felt the power that was in that prick.
I pulled it out of the pants, exposing it for the camera to see. They dollied around so they were able to get a good close-up of the giant organ.
I looked down at the uncut prick. It had to be over foot long, I didn't know that cocks came in such incredible sizes.
It made me realize that this was why this man was porn star. He had something that few other men in the world probably had. A cock that a whale would probably be happy with.
I certainly felt filled with joy as I began to move my fingers up and down over the surface of the trembling organ.
Before, size had never really been very important to me. I don't know exactly when that all changed for me. I really couldn't say.
All I could think about at that point was how great it was going to feel, how it was going to be better than any of the other cocks that I had-had inside of me because it was bigger, because it was better than any of the other pricks.
My pussy was flowing, the cum was rolling on out of it. I felt like I was losing my mind, I just wanted to have that cock inside of me so much.
And there was nothing that could stop me. "I'm going to fuck you," I cried out. "I need your cock so much. I'm going to fuck you!"
And with that, I proceeded to raise my hips up, and bring my pussy over the cock. Jamie looked up at me, smiling, like he couldn't wait to have me bouncing up and down over his stiff member.
I teased him at first, I lowered my pussy down just a little bit, barely taking the tip of the head inside of my cunt. And then I rose up again, letting the cock slide all the way out of me.
And then I came down once more, taking a little more of the big pecker inside of me. I felt the way it was spreading me apart. Just the head of the cock inside of me. It was good, I really liked the way that it was filling me inside.
I couldn't get over it. I felt so right, having that cock fill me up. It was so big I didn't think that the organ was going to be able to fit inside of me. I didn't think that my pussy would ever be able to handle it all.
I was so turned on. I couldn't wait until the walls of my pussy were vibrating with joy. I knew that they could feel that way, the way it had been for me before.
I needed the stiff pricks going in and out of me. It made it all so good, it made it all so right for me. One in my pussy, that was good, but to me, I thought of it as only being the beginning.
Bouncing up and down on the cock taking more and more of it inside of me. My pussy had tightened up considerably during my days of inactivity. I couldn't' believe the way his cock was spreading me apart. Filling me up inside, the way I wanted to be filled.
I loved having a part of a man inside of me. I loved knowing how good it was making him feel. Looking down and seeing the expression that was there on Jamie's face, I could tell that he was as into the fucking as I was.
I worked myself down, feeling stretched apart as I had never been stretched before. My pussy was being pushed to its limits, and that was a good feeling, to have a cock doing that to me.
I wanted to be stretched apart. I wanted to be made to feel as good as I possibly could. And his cock, it was doing it to me. It was lighting me up inside.
I couldn't get over it, there bad never been anything like it before in my life. I felt like I was going out of my head. I had to reach down and began to stroke my clit for the first time.
I would have asked Jamie to do it, but just having his monstrous cock inside of me was enough to make me tremble inside. It felt so good, I couldn't believe it.
I had almost the entire organ inside of me now, and it felt to me like I had never been really fucked before, because I had never been truly filled up like this, before in my life.
The big stick, hammering in and out of me, it was so good, it was beyond my control.
Jamie was the one rising up, he was the one who was driving his cock inside of me. I couldn't think at all about the men who were standing there watching me fuck. The only thing that I could think about was how good it made me feel inside, to have a hard hot cock filling me up this way.
It was what I wanted, it was what I needed more than anything else in the world.
It was just so right, I had never felts anything so right before in my life. Feeling like this was as good as things were going to get. I started dancing up and down on the cock, raising my hips so that the long stick came all the way out of me, and then sitting back down on it, so that the cock was all the way inside.
The contrast between the two feelings was something heavenly. It was something really out of this world.
I couldn't believe it. Losing my mind, losing all control.
I stroked my clit, and that made me feel really good inside. I couldn't get over the way I was tingling inside. Each flick of my finger across the surface of my box made me tremble inside all the more.
My pussy was alive, it was more sensitive than it had ever been before in my life.
Each stroke of my finger across my clit made me enjoy the way that hot cock was filling me up all the more.
To have my box crammed full of cock, it truly was a marvelous feeling. '1 never wanted it to stop, not when I was trembling so much inside.
Up and down, up and down I bounced on that stick, faster and faster and faster.
I rammed myself down hard on the organ, taking the entire cock inside of me fast. Feeling the way it made, me tremble, feeling the way it made me tingle inside.
I couldn't get over it, I had never felt anything like it before in my life. I felt like I was going out of my herd, it was all so wonderful, all so perfect.
Fucking and fucking and fucking, I wanted to make the man feel the best that he had ever felt. I wanted to show them all that, I was the hottest bitch around.
The fantasy of the movie script had melted away for me. The only thing that my mind was concerned with was the feeling of the hot hard cock going in and out of my tingling twat.
It made me feel so good inside I never wanted that trembling in my box to ever stop.
Up and down, feeling the cock slide so deep inside of me, touching me where no cock had ever touched me before. It was so good, so incredibly good.
And I knew that it was going to get better. Much better. The cock was giving me what I needed, and my finger on my cut was going to carry me up and over the edge. Into that land of ecstasy, where I had wanted to travel for days, for days.
Riding up and down on the fat cock was so good, and Jamie was loving it. He was moaning, crying out really loudly because of the way I was making his cock feel. My pussy was tight around his prick, I knew that it had to be one of the best fucks he had ever been through before in his life.
I was the one who was doing it for him. I was the one who was filling him with such joy.
He began to thrash about. He began to jerk about wildly, and I knew that he was going to cum.
But I didn't want that to happen, I didn't want this man to cum. Not when his cock felt so good inside of me. Not when I hadn't reached the heights yet.
But that wasn't under my control. Jamie was burning up, the cum was rising from his balls, and there was nothing that I could do to stop it.
"I'm going to cum!" he shouted, and then he pulled his prick out of my cunt.
He had to pull his prick out when he came, that was one of the rules for porno films. For some reason, they always liked to show the cock shooting the load of cum.
I guess that was to show that the guy really had an orgasm or something, but to me, it was the worst thing that could possibly happen.
I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was being deprived of the one thing that I needed more than anything else in the world.
His cock, it was shooting cum high into the air. Some of the hot spunk landed on me, and I ran my fingers up to catch it, and I brought the load of cum up to my lips, licking my sticky fingers, tasting the boiling spunk.
It tasted so good, sliding down my throat, I couldn't believe it. I wanted to lick up all of that hot cum.
So I did, I dived down, and I took the head of the cock into my mouth, and rolled my tongue over the peehole of the prick. It felt good, gobbling up as much of the hot cum as I possibly could.
And yet, it still was not enough to satisfy me. Not the way my pussy was burning.
I took Jamie's prick, and I started stroking it like mad. I wanted him, I needed for him to still be hard, so he would be able to ram his stiff prick inside of me. So he would be able to fill me up, the way I wanted to be filled inside.
"Enough," Jamie gasped, trying to push my hand away.
He couldn't get it up again. Ramming his cock inside of my pussy, and the incredible orgasm that he had had turned out to be too much for him. He couldn't get it up again.
There was just no way.
He was spent, and I had to look elsewhere for a hard cock that would be able to satisfy me.
I turned and looked at the crew that was watching me as the humming in my pussy drowned out everything that they were saying.
I vaguely heard somebody yelling, "Cut!" in the back of my head, but it didn't register.
The only thing that was registering to me was the tingling that was inside of my box.
I had to do something, I had to satisfy this incredible desire that was eating away at me.
I looked out past the bright lights, and I saw all the men that were standing there. Men, who had cocks, cocks encased in their pants that were just waiting for me to reach out and touch them.
I needed to stroke those dicks, I needed to feel as many cocks as I possibly could. The way my pussy was burning, there was simply nothing else that I could do.
I had to reach out, and take those trembling peckers inside of me. I had to reach out and grab the sound man.
Snake was watching. "Start the cameras," he screamed, slapping the camera man on the back. "We have to get this down, she's really hot!"
I was on fire, nothing could control this desire I had inside of me, this burning need for cock!
It was all that I lived for at that moment. It was the only thing in the world that could possibly satisfy me. Cocks.
I dragged the sound man over to the bed, and he went willingly, once I began to squeeze on the bulge that was there between his legs.
I ripped his pants open and pulled his cock out.
It only took a couple of strokes before the cock started getting hard. The sound man tried to fight me at first, but I pushed him back on the bed, climbing on top of him, holding him down.
He only struggled for a little while, and then he gave into the feelings that were welling up inside of him, as I ran my hand up and down the pulsing column of flesh.
His cock was not a twelve-incher like Jamie's cock was, but it was about seven or eight solid inches, and I knew that it would be enough cock to do the trick for me.
I wanted that cock inside of me so badly. I needed to be filled up with steaming cum.
"Fuck me," I moaned, pulling the man by the hair. "Fuck me!"
I raised my pussy up and brought it down over the now rigid shaft. Oh, what a relief it was to have my pussy filled with a stiff prick once more.
I had gotten to the point where when my pussy was crammed full of cock, well, that was when it felt like it was in its natural state of being. I couldn't get over how good it all was.
I felt like I was going out of my mind. The tingling that I felt inside, it was so good.
"Stoke my pussy!" I barked at the sound man, and I grabbed his finger and brought it to my clit, showing him just where to rub me.
He did as he was told. I had never been so demanding of a man before. I had always been so passive in the past. I used to lie there and let the man do with me what he wanted to do. But those days were over now. I knew what I wanted.
I knew what I needed to feel. And to have those fingers of the sound man sliding over my trembling button, it felt so good to me, I couldn't get over it.
I thought I surely must be losing my mind. The pleasure, it was so much greater to have him stroking my button than for me to do it myself.
Fucking once more, the way it was supposed to be. I was filled with an incredible joy, I never wanted the tingling that was inside me to stop. Not when I was feeling so right, not when I was feeling so good inside.
I couldn't get enough of the tingling prick. I bounced up and down on the cock faster than I ever had before. And each time it filled me, I knew a satisfaction that I had never known before.
A joy was filling my body, taking control of my limbs and making me jerk about wildly. Too much pleasure, and yet, somehow, it was not enough.
They were getting it all down on film, this wild session of hot love-making. It felt so good, to have the sound man holding onto my breasts with one hand. He reached up and caressed my body. I could feel reverence in his fingertips as~ they ran over my trembling form.
It was as if he was worshipping me. As if he was in awe of me. And perhaps he was, with this display that I had been putting on with Jamie. He had never seen a woman act this way before.
I never thought that I would ever do something like this. I was just a little country girl from Pennsylvania, that was all. I wasn't used to doing thin~ like this. But there was no way that anybody was ever going to be able to stop me.
Not when the cock felt so good inside of me. Not when I felt like I was burning up, feeling so very good inside.
Each passing moment made me a little hotter than the one before. Riding up and down on the cock, feeling the man stroke my button, his finger sliding over the surface of my cut, just right!
And then, and then I realized that I wanted still more. It wasn't enough for me, just having one cock. My pussy was being satisfied, but my mouth, my mouth was still hungry for hot cock.
I needed to have a big prick sliding in and out of my mouth. It was what I wanted to feel more than anything else in the world. To be filled up inside, the way I wanted to be filled.
And then there was my asshole. It was tingling, and I kept thinking how good it would be to have a hard cock sliding in there.
I had to have more. I needed as many cocks as openings that were inside of me. I needed as many cocks as were there in the room.
Chapter Seven
Cocks, so many cocks, and all of the cocks were for me. I climbed off of the man's prick, the sound man, who had been doing such a good job at making my pussy burn inside.
I didn't want to leave that good cock for long, not when it was making me feel so good inside.
There were so many men there, and I knew that all of them would be eager to fuck me. I could see it, in the way that they were looking at me.
I could see it when I ran up to them. Snake's cock was already throbbing in his pants, I could see very clearly the big bulge that was there between his legs.
I wanted to stroke his enormous pecker, to run my fingers up and down on that incredible prick.
I yanked him off of his director's chair and pulled him toward the bed.
He tried to fight me, hut it was only a halfhearted effort. I knew that he wanted me to touch him as much as I wanted it.
And then there was Lefty, the man who was working the lights. He had just been holding a cable in his hand, watching it all take place. But soon, he was right in the middle, with the rest of them.
The cameraman was the only one who wouldn't budge. Snake was screaming at him, "I want you to get all of this! Don't stop filming! Don't stop filming!'~
And they got it all down, much to my horror lately. At the time, the film was not a consideration.
My pussy was the only thing that mattered to me.
It only took a matter of moments before I had all of those men standing around me with their pants down.
I went up to Snake first, because I remembered how good it had been to suck on his cock when I had been in his office that time.
I worked his pants down to his ankles, and I thought about how I didn't want to just have his cock in my mouth this time.
I wanted to have Snake's cock inside of me, where I had never had a cock before in my life.
I wanted Snake to work his throbbing pecker inside of my tight asshole.
I needed to have him grind his cock inside of me. I knew that it would make me feel good inside. I knew that it would be about the best thing that I could feel.
Anal sex. Taking it up the ass. I had never really thought about it before that moment. It hadn't been anything that I had been dying to do or anything like that.
But now, I knew that I wanted it, I knew that I needed to do it more than anything in the world.
To have a stiff prick sliding in and out of me, it would feel better than anything else.
A cock in my ass in addition to a cock in my pussy. In addition to a cock in my throat.
I didn't know what it was going to feel like, but I really didn't even care either. All I knew was that I had to have a stiff rod sliding down inside of me. I needed to be filled with cock, as I had never been filled with cock before. It would all be so right, it would all be so good for me, I couldn't stand it, I felt like I was going out of my mind, just thinking about it.
Stroking Snake's cock, making sure that it was nice and hard before I moved on to the next one.
Lefty, the lighting man. He had been standing there, all of the time I worked on Snake's dick, waiting patiently for his turn.
And now I was giving it to him, I was sliding my fingers up and down on his cock. He wasn't all the way hard when I first touched him, but after rubbing the head of his dick and squeezing his balls a couple of times, he was moaning, he couldn't get enough of the way I was handling him.
Moaning, because I was making him feel so good inside. Moaning, because I was driving the man out of his mind. I pressed up against him, and I gave Lefty a kiss. I figured it was the least I could do for him, considering he had been so patient.
I was trying to plan it all out, how I was going to maneuver all of these cocks. That seemed to be the major task for me to complete, positioning all the men so I was able to satisfy all of their cocks at the same time.
I had thought that I would suck on Lefty's cock as Snake fucked me up the ass and I took the sound man inside of my pussy.
But then I looked over at Jamie. He had been lying on the bed the whole time, dazed, just watching, me carry on like the wild, sex-starved animal that I was.
He had been wiped out by his orgasm, but now, enough time had elapsed so he had recovered.
I caught a glimpse of his massive twelve-incher once more, seeing it out of the corner of my eye.
And it made me smile, it made me feel good inside. I knew that I needed his cock inside of me, more than the others, because it was the biggest, because it was the best of any of them.
I had to suck on that cock, I had to feel that huge cock spread my mouth apart, and slide down my throat.
I didn't know if I would be able to take the entire organ down inside of me. It didn't seem possible, but that seemed to me like it was part of the fun.
To see if I could possibly do it, to see if I could take that enormous pecker all the way in.
I had a problem at this point. There were four hard cocks surrounding me, and I only had three openings with which to receive pricks.
I was so hot, I couldn't wait any longer. I decided that one of the men would simply have to be satisfied with a hand job, and that was that.
I climbed back onto the bed, I couldn't stand it, I couldn't tolerate being without a stiff prick for another moment. Not the way that I was feeling inside, so hot, out of control.
The sound man had been patiently waiting for me all this time, holding his stiff prick in his hand. I climbed on top of him, straddling him, and I took his cock inside of my pussy once again.
Oh God, it felt so good to have that cock filling me up once again, filling me up, the way that I needed to be filled.
I felt like I was going out of my mind, the trembling inside of my box was just so good for me.
And to be filled with cock once again, it was like a dream come true.
It certainly did seem like a dream lo me, that there were all these cocks around me, waiting for me to satisfy them.
After going those days dreaming about pricks and not being able to have any, to finally have more cocks at my disposal then I knew what to do with, it was wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
God, I felt like I was gong out of my mind, the way I was trembling inside. I was so hot inside. I reached over and grabbed Jamie's once again erect prick. I was ready for my second cock. I pulled him over so that he was kneeling in front of me, his legs straddling the sound man, so I was able to lean forward and kiss the head of his prick. Mmmmmm, what a wonderful taste. All cocks taste a little bit different, and I thought that this one tasted the very best of them all.
I really couldn't believe it. The cock tasted so good, I took the head of thy prick into my mouth after having stretched my jaw open wide as far as it would go.
It was quite a job, to take even just the head of the prick down inside of me. I couldn't believe it. The way it was filling me up inside, I felt like I was going out of control.
And there were still more cocks waiting for me.
I patted on my ass, and I nodded at Snake. "Hey," I said to him. "I want you to bring that wonderful cock of yours over here and fuck me up the ass with it!"
Snake's face lit up when I told him what it was that I wanted him to do. He was ready, after I had stroked his prick, he wanted me, he wanted me so much.
He climbed onto the bed, and he kneeled beside me. I positioned myself so my asshole was exposed, and yet, I was still able to hold the sound man's wonderful cock inside of my tight pussy.
The sound man, being the angel that he was, he had reached down and started stroking my clit once again, without my even having to ask him once more.
That made things good, I really felt like I was switching into high gear once more, once the quivering in my cunt started once again.
Snake let spit dribble all over the end of his cock, and then he reached out and began to finger my asshole.
I thought about the way that that felt, my asshole beginning to tingle, somewhat similar to the way that my cunt was tingling, and yet, it was different. It was a new tingling, in a different part of my body.
It was a tingling that was caused by another cock. Filling me up inside, the way that I wanted, the way that I needed to be filled inside.
My mouth was tingling with pleasure as well. Everywhere that a cock touched me I was burning up.
And there was still a cock left for me to stroke. I motioned with my finger to Lefty, and he climbed up onto the bed with the rest of us. He kneeled to one side, and I reached out with my hand, and I began stroking his hot cock.
It felt so right, it felt so good, to run my fingers up and down over the erect organ. I wish that there was some way that I could have taken Lefty inside of me as well, but as far as I could tell, there was no way.
Every opening I had was being crammed full of cock. Making me feel so good inside that I couldn't get enough of it. Feeling like I was going out of my mind, losing all control.
The cock began to work inside of my tight asshole. I had never felt anything like that before in my life.
I felt like I had when I had gotten fucked in my pussy for the first time. Like I was being torn apart, like I was being ripped in two. I couldn't stand it, really, I felt like I was going out of my head. I wanted to beg them to stop, somehow, I had to beg them to stop, it hurt so much.
But my mouth was crammed full of cock, Jamie's giant cock overwhelming the. Any sounds that I attempted to make were drowned out by that magnificent prick that was filling me up inside.
That prick that was ramming against the back of my mouth. I didn't feel brave enough to take this cock down my throat.
Not yet anyway. The cock was just so big it didn't seem to me like there, was any way that the cock would ever fit inside of my throat. I thought that I' would surely gag or something.
It was hard to know where it felt the best, and where it felt the worst. There was just so much going on at the same time.
The cock in my pussy was a joy, of course, especially because it was combined with the man stroking my clit as he fucked me there.
I couldn't say the same at that moment for the cock that was sliding in and out of my tight asshole. I had thought that I would really like the way that that cock filled me, but instead, it was giving me pain.
Snake was working his prick in and out of my asshole gently, he was trying to make it good for me, but he knew that I was suffering because of him.
I was grateful that I hadn't decided to take Jamie up the ass, I tried to imagine how much more I would be suffering if I had done such a thing.
As it was, I was feeling alright. Things weren't all that bad for me. I felt the cock in my mouth, and that was good, and the cock in my pussy was good. And even the cock that I was stroking in my hand turned me on.
It was fun to touch it, it was a constant reminder of all of the hot pokers that were filling me, and what they felt like. Running up and down over the length of the cock with my fingers, feeling the head of the prick, squeezing it as hard as I possibly could.
It felt so good, even when I ran down to the balls and gave them a good squeeze. I couldn't get enough of them.
I felt so right inside I didn't want the burning that was inside to stop.
I concentrated on the cock in my mouth after a time. I tried to relax, as I readied myself to take the giant organ down my throat for the first time.
It would be like a dream come true if my, lips were able to kiss the base of the organ. I was determined to do it.
I let out a breath, and then I worked the head of the prick inside of my gullet. For a moment, I thought that I was going to come up off of the prick with some vomit in my mouth, but I managed to hold it all inside.
I used all the control that I had to keep everything calm down inside of me. And I managed to hold on, taking just the head of the giant cock inside of me. This cock that stretched my throat farther apart then it had ever been stretched before in my life.
I couldn't believe the way I was feeling inside. It was satisfying, to have my throat crammed full of cock Even though it was an incredible strain, the more of the stiff organ that I took down inside of me the better it felt. I was going out of my mind.
Feeling so good, feeling so right, I never wanted it to end, not when I was feeling so good.
And even in my ass, things were getting better. Snake was working his cock in and out, he had quite a bit of it inside of me now.
The pain was still there for me, it wasn't like it had gone away or anything like that. But it was beginning to feel good for me. There was something about it, the idea of having a cock inside me there that made it all worthwhile. I could feel it, the way it was filling me up.
I liked what was happening to me. I liked the way it was tingling.
To have two cocks going in and out of me at the same time, it was too good to be true. And also, the third cock that was filling up my ass, I enjoyed that more than I would have normally because of the other two cocks that were stuffed inside of me.
Feeling so good, stroking that cock and having my pussy stroked at the same time. There was just so much going on that I didn't know where to focus my attention. Cocks, so many cocks, and all of them giving me pleasure. It was like one great cloud of joy was sweeping through my body and lighting me up inside. I couldn't believe it, I felt like I was going out of my head, it made me feel so good.
I had gone insane over cocks, I can see that now, that I should have learned to harness my desire, at least to a certain extent. But at that time, my appetite for pricks was simply endless.
I kept thinking the whole time of how good it would be if I had a couple more cocks around, ready to slide inside of me after I finished these off.
At that point I really felt like I was some sort of fucking machine. That I would never get tired of the sex, that I would always want to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
Although the sound man was stroking my pussy like mad, I couldn't get enough of him, the way he was making me tremble inside, it was, so good for me, I had never known anything like it.
And yet, I still felt like I was far from cumming. I looked at the men and~ they all looked like they were ready to shoot, like they were ready to rise up and go over the edge.
I guess my orgasm kind of snuck up on me. My body had been feeling better and better the more we all fucked, I thought that I had gotten past the point where there would be any limits on how good I was capable of feeling inside.
I don't know it's hard for me to say anymore, about the way I was feeling inside. I just remember that tingling that filled my body from head to toe, and I try to think of the proper way to describe it.
But no words seem to be able to do it justice. The way I was feeling it was like I was in another time or dimension or something.
I know it sounds dumb, but for awhile, it felt like time was standing still. Or like things were happening in slow motion.
It was like I was able to focus in on each cock, and what was happening to it, and what it was making me feel.
My senses, at that point of ecstasy, they were much more alert than they had ever been before in my life. I couldn't get over it.
I felt so good inside. The cock in my pussy was still I think the best of all.
But by that point I was also loving the way that Snake's cock was filling me. It was all the way inside of me, he was hammering his stiff pecker in and out of me. He wasn't being gentle at all, not the way he had been before.
He was grinding his prick inside of me, he was really making me feel the meat and making me love what it was doing to me.
Lighting me up inside, because it was all so good for me. An entirely different pleasure than the one that filled me from the front, in my pussy.
I had never thought of my asshole as being such a sensitive area, as an area that could make me tingle inside, somewhat similar to the way my pussy made me tingle. But that was what it was doing to me.
I was thrashing about wildly. I felt like I was going out of my head, it was all so right, it was all so good for me.
Sucking on the cock, it seemed easy now to take that whopper of a cock down my throat. Without even thinking about it, I suddenly realized that my lips were kissing the base of that enormous dick. I had the entire incredible organ inside of me. It was filling me up, it was making me feel the way I always wanted to.
I was wound up, all the way, getting all three cocks going all the way in and all the way out, and my hand gliding up and down that fourth prick like a mad woman.
I couldn't hold it all inside, and neither could the men.
Jamie was the first to shoot. He gave me a mouthful of cum, a delicious load of spunk that I eagerly gulped down, as the spasms wracked his body and I had to struggle to stay atop his thrashing cock.
Before I had time to think, Lefty's cock, that I was stroking madly, went off in my hand, and sprayed high into the air.
He covered me with his cum, and the idea of all of these men cumming, the idea that I was making them cum made me very hot inside. I was getting so turned on. Coming closer to the edge myself.
Things were happening at such a rapid pace for me, I really can't describe it accurately, I don't know if this is how it all took place.
Watching it all on film later, I can't believe it's me that is down there going wild, sucking on cock after cock, making all of those men cum.
I did keep switching from Jamie's cock to Lefty's cock, so I was able to swallow as much cum as I possibly could.
And before I had time to think, both Snake and the sound man started thrashing about wildly, and I knew that both of the men who were filling me down there were about to shoot their loads.
It was going to make me feel so good inside, I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was losing control. At last, I felt like I myself was going to enter that land of bliss once more.
Feeling the cocks pulsing, one emptying cum into my cunt as the other emptied cum into my tight bunghole, it was so good.
The way my cunt was feeling, it was like I was infected by this tingling that was taking place inside of me. All of these orgasms going off at once.
So much joy that these men were feeling, I could feel it inside, I knew what was happening to me. I knew how good it was, what I was going through.
I had been the one to make four men get off at the same time. I had been the one to fill their sweet cocks with joy. And now, I was able to feel what they were going through inside.
The way it had been before, with one man, I was able to get vicarious pleasure when they came. It made me feel as good to have their cock explode as it made them feel.
Now that there were four cocks going in and out of me, well, the pleasure that I was going through was multiplied. I was getting to feel the joy that four men were experiencing at the same time.
And so I was feeling four times as good as I had ever felt before in my life. It had just been getting better and better and better 'inside of me, and now, now the joy I was feeling in my cunt was overwhelming.
Like nothing else I had ever experienced. Or known that I could experience. I was going out of my mind, the pleasure, the pleasure of it all. I screamed out at the top of my lungs. Still feeling the cocks throbbing, all around me, they were surrounding' me. And I loved the feeling.
My body, going into violent spasms, as the waves of orgasm wracked me for the first time.
Shaking around, jerking spastically from side to side. So much joy that I couldn't think anymore, I could only feel what was taking place, like a passenger, no longer in control of where I was going.
On a ride, to a place I had never known my body was capable of taking me.
Feeling like I was losing my mind, I couldn't believe it, I felt like this was' the end. Thrashing about, I was spinning around. It was like my head was no longer connected to my body. I didn't know what was happening to me anymore. I didn't understand.
I could only feel, I could only feel the joy that was taking place inside of me, it was all so right, it was all so good for me.
Orgasm, shaking my body, so light, so wonderful. I felt like I was hot and cold at the same time. Light and heavy.
There were so many contradictory feelings, but at that point, there was nothing that was wrong.
It was like my consciousness had expanded and everything made sense to me. I could see it all so clearly. There were no contradictions.
There was only joy.
There was only bliss.
There was only the quivering in my pussy, my asshole, my mouth, my body.
Wonderful quivering. Wonderful orgasm. I felt it die down inside of me, and I felt totally drained, thinking that it was the end.
But as soon as the first round of pulsing stopped inside of me, another round began. I couldn't believe it, what it was that was happening. ,
Multiple orgasms. One wave of pleasure sweeping through my body after another. One orgasm right behind another, shooting through my body.
Climax after climax, and each one carrying me a little bit higher then the one before. So high that I felt like I was losing control, losing my mind. It was all so right, it was all so good for me.
I screamed out, and then finally, during the last few rounds of ecstasy, I could not even scream.
Ecstasy, devouring everything 'that was happening inside of me. Going out of my mind. The pleasure, the pleasure of it all.
And finally, mercifully, it all died down inside of me. I couldn't believe it. Out of my mind, the pleasure of it all.
Drained, I collapsed onto the bed. Feeling the best that I had ever felt before in my life. A smile crossing my face, from ear to ear, I felt so good inside, I didn't want to forget this moment.
All of the men lying around me. All of them feeling good, but I knew that their strong orgasms had not approached anything like mine.
The moment, I remembered, it had been preserved. Forever. The cameras rolling. The director yelling, "Cut," almost drowned out the beating of my heart.
Chapter Eight
The rest of the film was like a blur to me. I really don't remember much of what happened.
I fucked and fucked, that was for certain, because by the end of the week m~ pussy was sore from all the cocks that had gone in and out of it, to say nothing of my asshole and my throat.
But everybody seemed really excited, by the end of the week, all of the other actors were treating me like I was something really special, like I was going to be the biggest star of them all.
And that made me feel good, I felt like I was accomplishing something. The problem was that I didn't know what was going to happen after that. I didn't realize the way things were going to change for me.
Over the last couple years, I had sent out a couple hundred sets of pictures to different agents and different companies. Most of them were probably thrown away on the spot, and I really never expected to hear from any of them.
That was why it was such a shock for me when I got to my apartment, and there was a message there on my answering machine.
John Formen had called, and he was one of the biggest agents in the book. He wanted me to audition for a part.
And this wasn't just a part for a porn movie, it was a legitimate part.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. The next few weeks after that seemed like a dream to me. I went down and read for this part and then they called me back again to read, and then again, and again.
I had never got called back more then once for a part before in my life. I didn't know what was happening to me. I couldn't understand it. I couldn't believe that I actually had a shot at something good, something real.
I had gotten so cynical, I didn't think that things like this actually happened to an actress who was struggling like me.
They didn't even tell me what the part was for during all those readings. At first, I thought it was for some small show off-off Broadway or something, and then, I was beginning to realize that this show was bigger than I ever dreamed it would be.
And when they called me and told me to come down, that they had a contract they' wanted me to sign, I thought I would die right then and there.
All of a sudden, it was like my world had turned around for me. Instead of struggling to make ends meet, I was going to be making more money then I ever dreamed of.
It turned out the production was going to be of the John Paul II story. They had gotten an adaptation of his life written by some scholar from the Vatican, and it was rumored that the Pope himself was going to show up for opening night.
I was to play a duel part, of the Pope's mother, and later, in a dream sequence, the Virgin Mary.
They told me that I had a nice wholesome look, that was perfect for what they wanted. I had to laugh at that. Thinking about what I had done before, about my craving for cock.
But it was like things were different for me, once I started working in that legitimate play. That porn movie I had made, and all of the fucking I had been doing, it seemed like it was all a dream to me.
I was a fool. I didn't think about it at all, what it would mean, to have the actress who was playing the Virgin Mary and the Pope's mother to be coming out starring in a porn film.
Somehow, I thought that they wouldn't notice what was happening, that there was this film with me in it.
For a long time, I was able to keep the two separate. Ken Onway kept calling up with other films that he wanted me to star in, because he said the first one I had done was so hot, but I told him that I wasn't interested in doing that.
I had landed a part in a legitimate show. He said he was very happy for me, and he tried to pry it out of me, what the show was.
They had told me at the John Paul II Story that I wasn't supposed to discuss the project with anybody, so I didn't tell Ken.
I finally confessed to him that I wasn't interested in making anymore porn films. He wanted me to come down to the office so we could discuss it, but I was afraid to do something like that.
I was afraid of what would happen to me if I did such a thing. The way he would turn me on, like the first time.
I still didn't feel like I would be strong enough to be able to resist him. Not the way that I was feeling inside. Still thinking about the way my pussy felt with all of those different cocks that I had had inside of me, all of those different cocks that had made me soar to new heights of unbelievable pleasure.
I couldn't go see Ken Onway again it would be too hard for me. It would drive me out of my mind.
During the rehearsals of the John Paul II Story, my pussy was constantly burning. I felt like I would die without a cock inside of me.
But after awhile, after fighting the feeling, and trying to get into the mind-set of the Virgin Mary, I calmed down. I felt like my sexual appetite had lessened a bit.
And that made me feel good inside that made me feel like I had some control over my destiny once more. I didn't feel like I was just a slave to the burning that I would feel inside of my pussy.
Finally, Ken Onway stopped calling me all the time, and I thought that I was set. I thought that I was making it as a legitimate actress, and the porno industry was behind me.
But that wasn't the case, it didn't turn out to be that way for me at all.
Ken somehow found out about the John Paul II Story. He couldn't believe that his porn queen was going to be in a Broadway show. As the Virgin Mary, yet.
"Do you realize what this means?" he asked me. "This means that your film is going to be the biggest box office attraction ever. This is going to make the Miss America scandal look like nothing!"
I realized with horror that I hadn't escaped the porn industry at all. That they were going to exploit me more than ever, for what I had done.
I finally realized that if that film came out, my career, my part in the play, it would all be over, and I would probably be stuck with doing porn for the rest of my life.
"You can't release that film!" I screamed into the receiver of the phone. "It will kill me if you do."
"That's the business, baby," Ken chuckled, and I could feel him counting the dollars that he felt he was going to make off of me.
He hung up after that, and I waited for the film to come out, for them to kick me off of the set of the John Paul II story.
But nothing happened. The film didn't come out, and finally, I realized that Ken and the others were waiting, like vultures, they were waiting for the play to open and play awhile so they would be able to stun the world with this shocking film.
It was brilliant strategy, but it also gave me hope, it also bought me time, to see if I could somehow find a way out of this predicament I was in.
I felt like it was all a dream, to have this happening. Any other play that I would be in, it wouldn't matter as much, the fact that I had made a porn film. I felt like people would be willing to accept me anyway.
But because it was the John Paul II Story, well, I knew that the church would not put up with it. They would protest and it would be a huge scandal.
My parents would find out, the whole world would know, and I felt like that was something that I could not live with. Not the way that I was feeling inside.
I had to go to Ken Onway. It had gotten to the point where he wasn't even returning my phone calls.
He didn't want to talk with me. But I had to talk with him, I had to straighten things out. I was willing to do anything, anything, I realized, so that that film wouldn't come out.
I knew that the scandal that would break out might not hurt me in the end, it might make me a bigger star than ~ever.
But I also knew that I didn't want to have to go through it all, the reporters hounding me, the cloud that would hang over the career for the rest of my life. I wanted to be legitimate, I wanted people to take me seriously.
I was afraid of the cries, and the whispers of, "Porn queen," behind my back. I thought that that would be the worst possible thing that could happen to me, the way things were going.
I lay in bed at night, and I kept asking myself why I had done it. What had possessed me, to go and make that porn film. And what had possessed me to go fuck my brains out, right there in front of the camera.
That orgy scene, where I dragged the sound man and Snake and Lefty onto the bed with me, I knew that they would use that in the film.
I had seen the rushes. It was so different than all the rest of the film. It was real, you could see that clearly. The rest was all pretense, all a facade, but the hunger, the need for cock that I had, it was evident on the screen.
And I knew that that scene more than any other would bum me, they would fry me over the way I carried on. Calling me a slut, because I wanted cocks so much.
I didn't feel like I was a bad person, but I guess it really mattered to me what other people were going to think about me. I wanted them to be kind, I didn't want to be abused anymore, the way I had been abused before.
I went to Ken Onway's office, and they made me wait out in the outer room for a couple of hours before Ken finally made the time to see me.
He wasn't pleasant at all, not like the first time I met with him.
"What do you want?" he snapped at me when I walked into the room.
"That film," I moaned. "You can't let it out, it will ruin me. They'll grill me for it."
"So?" he shrugged. "That's tough. That's really tough. Too bad for you, that's all I can say."
"Isn't there any way I can talk you out of it, isn't there something I could do to get you to not release the film, at least, not the way it is, with me in it."
Ken shook his head. "Baby," he said. "There's a lot of money invested in this film, it cost us a couple hundred thousand to make. You want me to throw all that out the window, because you come into my office and say, please?"
He laughed at me then. He put his hands behind his head and shook it slowly from side to side.
"You think that I'd throw this chance away? You must be out of your head, sweetie. This only comes once in a lifetime. You've turned yourself and this movie into a fucking goldmine!"
"But I don't want it to be this way!" I moaned. "I want to be a legitimate star, I want people to respect me!"
"Oh, people will respect you, honey, they'll just be a different crowd then what you're hoping for. I'm not throwing this away, don't you see? There's nothing you can do."
He lied once again, that smug little look of satisfaction etched across his features.
I wanted to punch him, or throw acid in his face, or do something to make him not smile at me that way. It just made me so mad, I felt like I couldn't control myself. Not when I was burning up. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to pay. +
But there was no way. I was the one who had to pay for what I had done. I was the one who had to take it on the chin. That didn't sound right, it didn't seem fair to me at all. I kept trying to think, there had to be something I could do, there had to be someway I could talk my way out of it.
"I'll do anything," I said, spreading my legs a little bit wider. Despite everything that had happened, the man still turned me on. I remembered what it had been like, the first time he had awakened me sexually.
I remembered the way he had stroked my cunt, and made me long for his cock. And how at the time I had thought that was the best possible thing that I could feel inside.
"I'll do anything," I said, giving him a hungry look.
"What, you want to fuck me or something?" he chuckled. "Baby I've already had your pussy, you're old news, as far as I can see."
I had tears in my eyes. I couldn't stop from crying. "I'm not just talking about fucking, man, I'm talking more than that."
"Like what?" Ken asked, leaning forward. "What are you offering me."
"I'll be your slave, I'll be your sexual slave," I sobbed.
And he raised his eyebrows. "My slave," he muttered, and I could tell for the first time since I had walked into the + office, he was starting to take me seriously.
"My slave," he smiled to himself.
I got down on my knees, in front of him, as he looked across his desk at me. "I will serve you, I will do anything at all that you ask of me, as long as you keep that film from coming out. I swear."
He leaned forward, and he looked once more at my beautiful body. "Do you realize what I'd be throwing away?" he said. "I'll never have another opportunity to make so much money!"
"There are some things that are more important then money," I whispered, in as sexy a voice as I could muster.
I reached up, and I took a strap off of one of my shoulders. I was wearing this sexy little black number that was low cut in the front, and even lower in the back. It had long sleeves and the best part about it was that by undoing the tie around the back of my neck, I could make the whole thing slide off of my body.
I undid that little bow, and I stood before him, letting the black dress slide down off of me.
I stood before him, naked as the day I was born, and I smiled, moving, trying to look as sexy as I possibly could.
He was smiling right back at me, grinning from ear to ear.
"You look good," he told me. "You look really good."
"I'll do anything you ask," I said, licking my red lips, trying to make him hot. "I'll do anything."
And I walked around behind the desk, to where he was sitting. I pulled out his chair from the desk and I climbed on the chair with him, so I was sitting there in his lap, totally naked.
I massaged the back of his neck with my hands, and I began to lick his face, working my tongue all around his ear, breathing in and out rapidly, letting him feel the desire that was inside of me.
And this desire that I felt, it was real. I wasn't faking, as far as that was concerned. It had been so long since I had had a stiff cock inside of me. I wanted to be filled with cock once more.
I wanted to make my body tremble with desire, I knew that it would feel good, I knew that it would be the best possible thing that could happen.
As long as I was able to convince him to do what I wanted. Not to release the film.
"I'll be your loving little baby girl," I cooed to him, running my hand down his hard body.
I could feel him getting hotter inside. I knew that Ken Onway was starting to get turned on by what I was doing to him.
"You're something else, baby," he said. "I've never met anybody like you before."
"And you can have me, you can do whatever you want with me, as long as you keep that film in the can. Anything YOU want."
For the first time, he reached out, and he took one of my creamy breasts into his hand. He began to squeeze that breast, he began to work it back and forth. "They're so big, so firm, "he smiled.
"Yes," I said. "And it feels so good, to have you touch me there. You were the first, you know."
"The first what?" he asked, touching me more, running his fingers over my flat stomach.
"You taught me what it was like to be a woman," I moaned in his ear. "I had never liked sex, I had never had an orgasm before I met you."
His chest swelled up with pride. It was all true, what I was telling him, and he was eating it up.
"You're serious, aren't you?" he said to me.
"You've never done anything like that before."
"I never knew what it was like to want a man, to need a cock. A big hard cock like yours."
I was putting on a show for him. And I was starting to feel all the things that I was saying to him.
My pussy was beginning to get wet, because I was remembering, I was going back to the way that that cock had filled me up inside. The way it had made me burn all over. So good, there had never been anything like it before.
"I want you, Ken, you're the only one for me. I'm your slave, your slave."
He ran his fingers through my long, full hair. "You really dig me, huh? You're really hot for me you aren't just putting on a show."
I shook my head no, and to prove it, I started kissing him. My tongue, going inside of his mouth, my lips gliding over his, and then pressing hard, so he could feel the fire that was starting inside of me once more.
I did want him, I did need him more then I had ever needed anybody before in my life. He was the one who could save me, he was the one who could give me what I wanted, in my career, and in my pussy as well.
We kissed and kissed, and the more I swam around inside of his mouth, the more he began to respond. I knew that I was giving him what he wanted.
I knew that it was working that I was winning him over. This desperation move on my part.
It was all working, I was trembling inside, sitting on his lap. I could feel that big stick of his pressing against my ass. I had managed to turn him on enough to make him hard inside. He was going out of his head, he was so fired up for me.
"You're the best, baby," he moaned. "I saw you in that film. The way you went after those cocks, I've never seen anything like it, there's never been a woman like you before. So hot, so right."
Now, it was he who was paying me the compliments. And I really enjoyed hearing them. I wanted him to tell me how much he wanted me, how much he needed to drive his hard shaft inside of mi.,
His hands, they were stroking my hips, gliding over my smooth, pale flesh. His hands, they were so warm, they were making my skin tremble, I was getting goose bumps all over.
It had been weeks since a man had touched me. I had managed to block it all out, the tigress in me, that loved cock more than anything else in the world. I wanted him to stroke me, I needed to feel him touch me all over.
It was the only thing that mattered after awhile. I was getting so turned on, I couldn't stand it, I was losing my mind, the desire that was filling me.
"I need your cock," I cried out.
Chapter Nine
It was like a fever that washes through my body, and takes a hold of me.
I can't describe what it's like exactly, when this bell goes off inside me, and I am a slave alright, a slave to my pussy.
The way I was feeling inside, I knew that a cock was the only way I could satisfy this desire that was in me. The way I needed to be filled with cock.
I reached down, and I started stroking the big organ that was there, swollen in the man's pants.
I pulled his massive dong out of his pants hotly. To feel my fingers around the throbbing organ was a joy. I ran my hand all the way down to the base of the cock, and I felt a chill in my spine.
It was so confusing, thinking about what I wanted. I thought that being an actress was the most important thing to me.
During all of those rehearsals of the John Paul II Story, I had convinced myself that that was the case once more.
But now, I wasn't so certain that that was what I was feeling inside. I just wasn't sure about anything.
When I held a stiff prick in my hands, it seemed to me like that was the only thing that mattered to me. A stiff cock was the only thing that I wanted, the only thing that I needed.
The way it made my body tremble, the joy I felt while fucking, there was nothing that could compare to it.
And yet, it didn't last; My orgasms would come, and they would be great, they would make me tremble from head to toe, taking all the energy out of me.
But then after that they would be gone. And there would be nothing that I could do about it. I would feel the emptiness once more, and I would want to fill my life with something else.
I would want to fill my life with something better. Something that I could get joy from twenty-four hours a day.
But it was so hard to think about things like that when I was holding onto a stiff cock.
All I could think about at times like that was fucking. It was my life, my world.
And sitting there in that chair with Ken, the fever had taken place. And his cock was my life. His cock was the only thing in the world that mattered to me.
It was all I could think about, it was all I could feel.
Stroking the big dick, squeezing the massive head of the cock, tickling the bulging veins of the hard organ.
And making the man love it, making the same fever fill his body. That was the best part, when I could sense that he wanted me every bit as much as I wanted and needed him.
Moving my hand up and down, faster and faster, until he was right on the verge of cumming there in my hand.
"I'm your slave," I moaned. "I'm a slave to your cock."
He was sucking on my tits, he was making my nipples hard and sensitive the way I liked to feel it more than anything else in the world;
Even more than a Milky Way!
I stroked his balls, I ran my fingers around the rim of his cock, I massaged his thighs.
"I want you," he told me, and I knew that he was mine. I knew that we were going to fuck, and I knew that it was going to be glorious.
"Yes," I said.
He ran his hand up the side of my face, caressing my cheek lovingly. And then he once more stroked my long red hair. Digging his hand deep inside of the gnarled tresses.
He grabbed me then. He began pulling on my hair hard.
"0000WWWWW!!!" I screamed. "What are you doing?"
"You're my slave, bitch!" he snarled. "You're going to do what I want you to do."
I was seeing a side to Ken that I had never seen before.
He was so strong. He picked me up and he positioned me so I was laying across his lap.
"You've been a bad girl," he said in a scolding tone. "You've gone off and tried to make it in legitimate theater. Leaving me. Leaving the guy who showed you the way things were."
Thwack! He brought his hand down hard on my butt.
"0000WWWW!" I cried out. He really hit me hard.
Thwack! He pounded the palm of his hand against my tender buttocks once more.
I had tears in my eyes. Nobody had ever treated me this way before in my life. I wanted to yell, to tell him to stop what he was doing to me, but then I realized that I was his slave, and that I had to let him do anything that be wanted.
"You're mine, you're mine, you're mine!" he called out, continuing to hit my butt, making my cheeks turn redder and redder and redder.
I didn't know what to do with myself. I struggled a little bit, and he seemed to like that.
"You know you love my cock," he told me.
"You know you can't live without my prick."
"I can't live without your prick," I told him. And I knew that at that moment, it was true. The way my pussy was burning inside, I needed him, I needed his prick more than I had ever needed anything before in my life.
"Fuck me," I moaned. "I need you, I want you to fuck me, please, please, please."
And he just kept slapping my ass. "You're my slave, you belong to me. Suppose I don't want to fuck you."
"It's your right," I sobbed. "You're in charge.
"And suppose I don't want you to be in that Broadway show."
I froze. "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"I don't want you to be in that show," he said to me. "You said you were my slave. You said you would do anything that I ordered of you."
"But....but..." I stammered.
"I don't want you to be in the show."
"I must be in the show!" I declared.
He picked me up once more, and he carried me over to the couch. He lay me down gently on the couch and he kissed me on the forehead, and then he kissed me on the neck. And then he kissed my tits.
It was marvelous. I felt so helpless, I didn't understand what Ken was thinking, I didn't understand what it was that he was doing to me.
He ran his tongue all over my tits, sucking on both of them, one and then the other, until I felt like my breasts were more alive, that, they were more sensitive than they had ever been before in my life.
I loved the way he was sucking on them. I couldn't get enough of it.
Feeling like I was losing my head, going out of my mind. And then, and then, he started moving his head down. He was kissing my belly, giving my belly button the same attention that he had given my breasts.
Kissing and sucking and kissing and sucking, it was making me feel so good inside.
Nobody had ever given my body such loving attention before. It didn't make sense to me, why he was doing this to me, right .after he had finished spanking with me. I was too confused to think about it.
So I just let it happen. I let the joy of having the man suck and lick and kiss me wash through my body.
Feeling more special than I had ever felt before. Loving every minute of it.
And then, he began to move his head down even lower. The way I was burning inside, it was so right, it was so good for me. I couldn't believe it.
Moaning and screaming, I was going out of my mind. He was licking around my pelvis, where the bone came up and pressed against my skin. Sucking on the hardness that was there, and then running his tongue down along the soft curve that led to the beginning of my thigh.
One side and then the other, not neglecting any part of me. Making all my skin come alive, more aware of each little sensation then I had ever been before in my life.
Feeling like I was going out of control. Like I was going to lose my mind. So good, so good inside. I never wanted the burning to stop. Never.
He spread my legs. His hands were caressing me, just as his lips were. He started at the knees, as he climbed on the couch and positioned himself between my legs.
It felt so good to me, I was getting out of control. His hands coming up from beneath, coming closer and closer to my burning pussy.
And his lips headed for the same target. He was going to go down on me, he was going to lick and suck and eat my pussy until I burst, until I felt like I was exploding with joy.
I knew it, I had never had anybody do this to me before. None of the men I had ever fucked had expressed any interest on going down on me. I really had never thought that much about it. I had never thought that it would be something that I was interested in.
But to feel those lips, coming closer and closer to my box, I was trembling with desire, in anticipation of how good he was going to make me feel inside.
It seemed like he was taking forever to reach my box. His lips, his tongue circling all around, as I spread my legs wider and wider, exposing my throbbing cunt to him, so he would be able to take my hot box and do with it what he would.
It felt so good, I knew that I needed him to continue, it was the best thing I had known, almost.
To feel the lips, finally, finally, brush against the moist soft lips of my cunt, it was heaven.
Ken was being so gentle with me now, it was like the way it was the first lime I fucked him, when he had been introducing new feelings, new sensations to my body that I had never known existed.
And now, Ken was doing it to me again. He was licking my pussy, he was making me aware of how good a tongue and mouth could feel on a woman's cunt. My cunt.
I loved it. He started so slowly, his tongue flicking wildly, but barely brushing against my sopping wet cunt lips, like the wings of a butterfly brushing against me.
But gradually, Ken began to apply more pressure to my aching hole. He pressed his lips against my slit, and he pushed his tongue inside of my hole as far as it would go.
What a wonderful, what a delightful feeling that was to feel that sharp tongue burrow deep inside me, that tongue that was still flicking over my body wildly.
Making me feel better then I had ever felt before in my life. I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want it to end.
And all this time, that he was giving this wonderful attention to my box, I was feeling the aching in my clit.
I kept wondering what it would feel like there, to have a man eating me out, the tongue gliding over that little nub where I was more sensitive then I was anywhere else.
Feeling like I was losing control, feeling like I was going out of my head. The tingling as he lapped his way up and out of my cunt.
His whole face was covered with the honey that had oozed out of my box. He had smeared it all over him catching as much of the dewy liquid as he could on his hot licker.
He sucked on my cunt lips, he licked down below my cunt and almost touched the rim of my asshole with his tongue. He was going slow and yet it felt fast. I don't know how to describe it exactly. It was like it was the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt on the exterior of my cunt. I couldn't get enough of it. It all seemed to be happening so quickly.
The way he was licking me, the way he was sucking on my quivering box.
And finally, bringing his lips up to my clit. The feeling of that tongue gliding over the surface of my clit for the very first time. I shall never forget it.
Well, there's not much else one can say about these folks, other than to mention that Brenda finally reconciled herself to her sexual identity, and also to her servitude to Ken.
For this reason she turned down the part in the John Paul II Story, a wise move as it turned out, seeing as how the play closed in two days. And now she spends her days fucking Ken and living for little else.
