by Taylor Kink
“For some people it would be,” she said. “You know, morals and all that bullshit.”
“Yeah, well sometimes you just have to say: ‘what the fuck.’”
Tanya laughed. “I see that you’ve loosened up a bit since our last meeting.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I said. “You caught me a little off-guard earlier.”
“Not a problem,” she said. “In fact, that was kind of the idea. No better way to get a feel for someone than to hit them when they’re least expecting it.”
“Well you certainly did that.”
She smiled and took my hand and started leading me towards the stairs. My heart started pounding and my throat went suddenly dry and my breath caught in my chest. Whatever fake confidence I had been able to muster on my way over here was quickly disappearing. This was no longer just something I’d played through my head. It was actually happening. I tried not to think about it and just enjoy the moment.
“Although I must admit, I wasn’t sure if you were going to come over,” she said, looking back at me over her left shoulder.
“Really?”
She nodded. “Which is strange, because it’s usually pretty obvious. One way or the other, I can generally tell right away what the choice is going to be. But with you, I wasn’t sure.”
We were now at the stairs. Still holding my hand, she led me up them. I was finally finding it easier to breathe but my heart was still hammering away. My dick was already rock hard from just looking and listening to her talk, let alone anticipating what was coming next.
“Is that a good thing?” I said.
“It’s a very good thing,” she said, flashing me a smile. “Uncertainty is what gets me up in the morning.”
“Then I hope I can keep surprising you.”
She smiled. “Oh, something tells me that won’t be a problem.”
We had reached the top of the stairs. But still she led me on. Down the hall, past a couple of doors, and into an open room. A giant flatscreen TV was on the wall. A killer stereo system beneath it. A wet bar in the corner. A couch, a couple of loveseats, a recliner. I took it all in with a single glance, as if I was looking at a catalog. I think it was just my mind trying to make sense out of an unfamiliar situation by grasping onto the familiar.
We stopped in front of the couch. She turned and grabbed my other hand and we stood there, face-to-face, looking at each other. She was a few inches shorter than me but her presence was so overwhelming that it felt like she was towering over me. There was no doubt who was in control of the situation.
“This is your final chance to back out,” Tanya said. “Once we get started there’s no turning back.”
“I’m all in,” I said.
She tilted her head slightly, raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Then just sit down and relax and let me do what I do best,” Tanya said.
She gave me a little push and I dropped down onto the couch. She pushed my knees apart and stepped in between them. Then she turned around so her back was to me and started to tease her shorts off, going slowly, revealing her perfect ass inch by inch. Once her ass was clear, she bent over at the waist, keeping her legs perfectly straight, and slid her shorts the rest of the way off then stepping out of them, leaving only her little black panties on her bottom half. She rose back up slowly, taunting me with the inner workings of her leg muscles. Once fully upright again, she peeked over her shoulder and flashed a nasty little smile.
“You like what you see so far?” she said, clearly playing with me and clearly enjoying it.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
She laughed and stepped back towards me, then dropped her ass onto my lap and began to gently rub it on my rock-hard cock, which was trapped beneath my jeans and pushing up painfully.
I stifled a groan and forced myself to calm down. The last thing I wanted to do was cream my pants before we’d even got started. That wouldn’t do. Not at all.
Tanya seemed to sense how close I was already and relaxed on the pressure a bit. I put my hands up her waist but she pushed them away.
“Hands to yourself,” she said. “For now, at least.”
I dropped my hands to the side and took a deep breath. Tanya slid off my waist and down to the floor. Then she turned around and ran her hands up my legs and leaned forward and started to lick my cock through my jeans. Her right hand joined the party and started rubbing my balls through the material.
This time I couldn’t stifle my groan. It came low, almost pleading, causing her smile to grow even wider.
“You like that too, huh?” she said.
“Yeah,” I managed to croak out.
She lifted her arms over her head and slipped out of her shirt. She grabbed one of her tits and played with it for a bit, squeezing the nipple and giving it a playful little slap. “What about these? You like these too?”
“Yeah,” I said, my voice cracking slightly.
“You want to suck on them?”
I went back to nodding.
She laughed and climbed up onto my waist, straddling me. She leaned forward and stuck her tits in my face, bounced them around my head a couple times, then guided one of her nipples into my mouth. I sucked at it like a baby at breast.
“That’s right,” Tanya said. “Just like that.” She put her hands on the back of my head and pushed it further into her chest. Then she started to grind on my cock.
I switched breasts and went to work on her other nipple, working it more aggressively to hopefully counteract the effects of her grinding. But it didn’t work. The harder I went at her tit the harder she grinded on me.
She pulled her tit out of my mouth and leaned in and kissed me, aggressively driving her tongue down into my mouth. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her head back and started to grind even harder.
I started breathing more heavily, trying to keep myself in check. But I needed something to do. So I grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze. This time she didn’t say anything about keeping my hands to myself so I stayed at it, massaging them and fondling them and playing with her hard nipples. Her tits took my mind of the quickening of my impending orgasm but not for long. I was ratcheting ever closer to cumming and there was nothing I could do about it.
And then Tanya was sliding down between my legs again, smiling wryly as she slowly undid my button fly jeans, freeing my cock from the denim prison where it had been trapped. It was standing at attention, as hard as it’s ever been. Even though we’d hardly even done anything yet, I was right at the point of exploding.
She gripped the base of my cock in her hand and ran up tongue up the underside of it, from the base to the tip. Then, with her eyes firmly locked onto mine, she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I let out a soft moan and it was all I could do to keep from cumming. She sucked on the head of my cock while caressing my shaft with her hand, taking things slow and gentle, presumably to make me last longer. But it didn’t matter. I was way too worked up already. My body was tense and inarticulate sounds were unconsciously coming from my mouth. Another ten seconds of this and I’d be done for sure.
She seemed to sense that I was on the verge. But instead of letting up to give me a chance to recover, she increased the pressure, her hand jerking me off with more force and her mouth going further down my cock.
I tried desperately to hold back; I didn’t want things to end too soon. But she was having no part of it, increasing the speed and intensity even further.
I had no chance. My body tensed up and I sucked air in through my gritted teeth.
Tanya pulled my cock out of her mouth but was still jerking me off as my body released with a series of bucking spasms, sending streams of white cum up into her chest, the hollow of her neck, the bottom of her chin. She teased every last bit of cum from my cock then licked the tip, eliciting one last shudder out of me.
I was flooded with embarrassment. Here I was, with the opportun
ity of a lifetime, and I could barely even handle a couple minutes of a lap dance and a few seconds of a blowjob before shooting my load. What a tool.
“Sorry,” I said, followed by a depreciating half-chuckle.
“For what?” she said, sounding genuinely concerned.
“For . . . you know . . . finishing up so quickly.”
“Don’t sweat it,” she said.
“You mean you’re not pissed?”
“What for?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought . . . I mean, I should have done better.” I know it sounded lame but that’s how I felt.
“You did fine,” she said. “Better than most, actually.”
“Yeah right,” I said.
“I’m serious,” Tanya said. “Most men in your situation are done before I even have a chance to unzip their fly. I tend to have that effect on men. It’s not a big deal. Really.”
“But I didn’t even have a chance to . . .” I trailed off, unable to spit it out. But she knew what I was thinking.
“To fuck me?” Tanya said.
I nodded.
“Don’t worry, you’ll have your chance pretty soon.”
“What do you mean?”
“This is just the beginning,” she said. “Now that round one is out of the way, we can have some real fun.”
“You did that on purpose?”
“Of course,” Tanya said with a smile. She climbed to her feet and grabbed my hand. “So, are you ready for round two?”
“Not yet,” I said as I stumbled clumsily to my feet. My head was still spinning and I had a goofy smile on my face. This was shaping up to be even better than I had imagined. “But I will be soon.”
“Then let’s get started.”
#
The second session started in the shower. We took a couple minutes to clean up and then were at it again. It started with making out and rubbing up against each other, the hot water pounding on us acting as a natural lubricant, adding a slippery new sensation to an already incredible feeling.
The making out evolved into touching, then groping, then heavy petting, Tanya jerking my once-again hard cock while my hand ventured down to her vagina and started rubbing her clit, our lips still locked together all the while.
She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. With her hands gripping my ass and the water from the shower hitting the top of her head, she slowly worked my cock using just her mouth, maintaining eye contact the whole time, while I used the walls of the shower to balance myself.
After blowing me for a couple minutes, Tanya stood up and turned off the water. We quickly dried off and then starting going at it again, Tanya took charge—a common theme on this day—backing me up towards the adjacent bedroom while we made out.
When we came to the bed and fell on top of it together. Before I could even get comfortable, she was pushing my back to the bed and climbing on top of me, her legs astride my waist, her hand around my cock and guiding it into her dripping wet snatch. So much for taking it slow this time around.
Tanya shifted her legs so she was squatting over me, her feet on the bed. She put her hands on my chest for leverage and slowly worked my cock into her pussy, expertly moving her body so that every time she dropped down on my cock it went a little bit deeper inside her. It wasn’t long before my cock had completely disappeared every time she got the bottom. She started to increase the intensity of her gyrations until she was slamming her ass down harder into me.
My breath was coming faster now, as was hers, along with a mutual soft little moan that arrived as our bodies came together. Even though her hair was flying all over the place, I could see that she was looking right at me, her eyes boring into mine. For some reason the intensity of her gaze excited me even further, nearly to the point of finishing.
Seeming to sense my heightened state, Tanya suddenly stopped bouncing on my cock. She shifted her legs so her knees were on the bed, her body sitting atop of mine. She leaned forward and put her hands alongside my head and stuck her tongue into my mouth. With my cock still in her warm, wet pussy, we made out, giving me a chance to calm myself down.
After making out for a little while, Tanya pulled her tongue out of my mouth, sat back and went back to work. With my hands on her waist for support, she worked her pussy forward and back, shifting the angle of my cock, then switched it up and started moving in a circular manner, staring down at me the whole time, her face a mask of concentration.
She leaned back and started bouncing on my cock, slowly at first, but gradually picking up steam, expertly working it from tip to base every time.
“You like that?” she said. “You like it when I bounce on your cock?”
Unable to reply, I just nodded.
Tanya smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure you do.” She reached down and grabbed my wrists, pulled my hands from her waist, and brought them up to her chest and placed them on her tits.
“That’s better,” she said, as she continued impaling herself on my cock, slamming down on me with more force. She arched her back and ran her hands through her hair and turned her face up towards the ceiling.
Her moans were growing more intense with every thrust and were now starting to take on a guttural quality. I could hear similar sounds coming from my mouth. Both our bodies were sweating and the room smelled of sex.
I could feel myself growing towards orgasm again and squeezed her tits, hoping that by focusing more attention on her I would be able to last a little longer. But it didn’t work. The harder I squeezed her tits the harder she bounced on my cock, which just brought me closer to orgasm even faster. Not much longer now.
She tossed her head to the side, flinging her hair back behind her head. Staring down at me, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth, she continued dropping her ass into my hips, harder and harder. I started to raise my hips at the last second, just before our bodies slammed together, increasing the depth of penetration with every thrust.
“That’s right,” she said, riding me like a cowgirl. “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me. Right there. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me— ”
Her talking finally put me over the edge. I interrupted one of her many calls to fuck her with some words of my own. “Shit, shit, shit,” I said through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum.”
“Yeah?” she said.
“Yeah. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
She bounced on my cock a couple more times then climbed off me right as I started to orgasm, my cum shooting straight up, landing on my stomach, on the bed next to me, pretty much getting everywhere. Tanya jerked me to completion, squeezing every last drop from cock before finally releasing her hold and dropping down on the bed to lie beside me.
We were both lying on her backs, catching our respective breaths. Me more than her, there was no doubt about that, but she certainly seemed put out by the previous session, at least a little.
“So, Mr. Chris Newton, are you enjoying yourself so far?” Tanya said.
I looked down at my hands and said, “Yeah.” The directness of the question caused all sorts of discomfort.
“What’s the matter now?” she said playfully.
Shrugging, I said, “I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Just say it,” she said. “You don’t have to worry about hurting my feelings.”
“It’s nothing like that,” I said. “It’s just—” I shook my head and trailed off.
“There’s no reason to be shy,” she said, turning over on her side so she was facing me. “Not after what we just did.”
I shifted on my side until we were facing each other. I took her in, from her silky brown hair to her big brown eyes to her petite little nose to her full lips to her thin neck to her perfect breasts. I could barely get my head around the fact that here I was, lying in bed with a pornstar, having just fucked her for the second time today, with the potential of still more sessions to come. Which was at the crux of the problem, really. Not that she w
as a pornstar, not exactly, although it was related to that—
I decided that thinking about it wasn’t going to get me anywhere so I might as well just tell her. But she beat me to it.
“It’s because I’m a pornstar, isn’t it?” Tanya said.
“Sort of,” I said. “But not really. I mean, it’s related to that, but not how you think.”
She gave a funny look.
Fuck it. Just let it out.
“I feel bad, that’s all.”
“You feel bad?” she said with a half-chuckle. “What does that mean?”
“It’s just . . . I feel bad because I can’t give you what you normally get,” I said.
“Ahhh,” she said. “I think I see what you’re getting at. You feel bad because you can’t give it to me like you see me getting it onscreen, right? You can’t pound the shit out of me for hours at a time with a huge cock in a bunch of different positions without blowing your load. Does that about sum it up?”
I nodded, more embarrassed than ever.
But Tanya just laughed. “Oh, Chris, you poor dumb kid,” she said. “Just because that’s how I get it onscreen doesn’t mean that’s how I like it.”
“It’s not?”
“Don’t get me wrong,” she said. “There are times when I just need to get the shit fucked out of me, but even then it’s nothing like what you see in the movies. That’s all scripted, a formula, featuring uncomfortable positions that aren’t really all that great for having sex but look good on camera. And guys that are usually far more into the paycheck than the actual sex. It takes hours to do a single scene, you’ve got a director stopping you every couple of minutes for direction, there are at least ten people on set the whole time, you’ve got a cameraman constantly getting in the way . . .”
Tanya shook her head, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “What I do on screen is just fucking for money, nothing more,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “But this? What we’re doing? This is for fun. So stop taking it so seriously and just have some fun with it, okay?”
