by Kyle Fargo
I was midway through my mushy oatmeal breakfast when my phone buzzed. DING. I was alone in the kitchen at that early hour, my wife never got up before nine and my son had afternoon classes so he was rising late too.
It was Kayla. Direct message.
My hand shook as I opened the app.
Kayla was sitting on the balcony of her apartment in a bright pink fuzzy robe that she loved to wear in the mornings. She had a big cup of coffee or tea in her hands and he was winking at me and smiling. The sunrise on her face made her look incredible.
"Nice. You passed the test. I assumed I'd get a dick pick from you. Thanks for not being that guy."
Of course. My dick got hard immediately. What to do? What should I say? How do I not fuck this up?
"I wouldn't want to intrude
Her response was immediate.
DING. She was smiling. A relaxed smile with a raised eyebrow. Her robe had fallen open and she was showing one bare shoulder. Her smooth skin held a golden tint in the warm reddish sunrise.
"That's twice you've caught me off guard with lines. Good job. So, if not a dick pic, then how about just you? I'd like to see who I'm talking to.
Shit. What can I do? I'm really not much to look at. Supposedly I have a nice smile, but it's been so long since I've cared about how I look, that I'm embarrassed now to send her a picture of me. The only saving grace is that I had a meeting today, so I had worn my brown jacket. Even my wife thought I looked good in my brown jacket.
I stepped out of the kitchen, into the backyard deck and stood in the sunlight. I tried to angle myself as best as I could, from above so my chin and a half didn't show from under my beard. I held up my coffee like she had, hoping to draw attention away from myself.
I sent the picture. I agonized over the next few seconds.
DING. Kayla was giving me the 'thumbs up'.
"Nice 'daddy' look. I like the beard. Looks like you're east coast as well, daddy?"
Oh fuck. Had she just called me daddy? I was standing there on the deck in my back yard with an erection tenting my pants. I went inside and sat in the kitchen again.
"Yep. Small town outside of Philly.
DING. The robe was off both shoulders now, she was laughing out loud and holding a hand to her chest, her fingers inching underneath her robe.
"LMAO. You're hilarious, daddy. Why don't you head to Atlantic City for some fun?"
I was on a roll by now, don't ask me from where it came, but I'm guessing my lower head had taken over thinking duties.
"Haven't had much reason to go, to be honest. Maybe after the divorce."
What. the. fuck. Where had that come from? I couldn't even believe I had typed that until I'd hit send.
Divorce? The thought had come unbidden to my head. Here I was chatting up a gorgeous young woman and I'm thinking about my dead-end marriage? The idea held appeal, but it had always seemed more trouble than it was worth.
DING. A closeup of Kayla's pouty face. Her eyes were wide open and exaggeratedly sad and her lower lip was protruding.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Would daddy like something fun to do? Since mommy isn't doing it for him?"
I was going to have to jerk off if she kept calling me daddy. Simple as that.
"Sure, what do you have in mind? Daddy gets awfully lonely, I have to say...
Did I really just proposition a pornstar? Me? a 46-year-old chubby guy with a disinterested wife and dead-end career?
DING. Kayla had shed her robe. She was holding an arm across her breasts while biting her lower lip and looking up at the camera through long lashes.
"What would you do to me, daddy?"
I couldn't help myself. I screenshotted the picture. She'd know and maybe she'd stop talking to me, but it was just too much. At least I wouldn't have to rely on my memory forever. I was going to reply something dirty or flirty and pretend nothing had happened when I stopped. I don't know why. It just didn't feel right.
"Couldn't be helped. You're too beautiful. If you leave, well... I have had people walk out on me before, but not... when I was being so charming."
Minutes went by. Again, I was sure I'd lost her interest. I'd hoped the quote would draw her out.
DING. Kayla was covered once more, holding her cup. At least she was smiling.
"Do you love me?"
I couldn't stop the smile from appearing on my face.
"I love you." I sent her a picture of myself in a similar pose.
DING. Same pose, blowing me a kiss.
"Do you trust me?"
"I trust you." I sent her. No picture.
DING. Kayle is wearing glasses now, something I haven't seen before, in my years of following her. They look hot as hell on her, giving her a look that was very 'sexy librarian' or 'sexy secretary' or 'sexy public accountant'.. you get the idea.
"Saturday 18th, Eva Lounge. 11 pm. Be there, daddy. And we'll see about doing something fun. XOXOXO. Off to work, now. Have a shoot for a pin up today."
I sat back in my chair, sweating. Was this real life? Had I just somehow managed to score a date with a pornstar?
I went over the entire chat session again. It looked like I had.
I still had that last picture, where she was naked from the waist up and her arm was barely covering her nipples and biting her lip.
"What would you do to me, daddy?" it read.
Well, for the moment I was going to go furiously jerk off!
... Ch. 02
Disclaimer: All apps and user names are fictional.
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Saturday the 18th.
Saturday the fucking 18th.
Fucking Saturday the fucking 18th day of the fucking month.
Eva Lounge in Atlantic City.
A 22 year old pornstar had invited me to Atlantic City in two weeks.
I could barely get by the rest of the day. After jerking off three times to the picture I'd screenshotted of Kayla, sitting in her balcony, naked from the waist up, fuzzy robe bunched around her hips, full, firm breasts barely covered by her arm across herself as she looked into the camera biting her lip.
"What would you do to me, daddy?" it read across the bottom.
The day was a haze. I know I went to work, because I jerked off at 10:30 and at 2 again in the handicap bathroom, but aside from that I couldn't remember a damned thing else. I got home and went into my home office, didn't even come out for dinner, which was fine since it was just my wife and my son zombie'd out in front of the tv.
Two weeks.
Two weeks and I would meet a pornstar that had launched a million wanks.
This was probably bullshit. Wasn't it?
Yeah, that's what it was. This was probably some sick joke that she played on fans, get them to show up for a date and then end up having to shell out a grand or more on a "private" dance package or something at the strip club.
But could it be real?
I was so fucking messed up.
Would I go? Yes.
Would I let myself be taken for a ride on the money train? Probably.
There was something inside me, though, that all perverts must feel at some point, where I felt that it could be true, that it could be real.
I went over the conversation in my head a million times.
DING. Notification on my phone.
Kayla had written a PM again.
She was smiling, relaxed in her car. She had a tank top on and it was all sweaty and clung to her body. Her face was flushed and she had a water bottle in her other hand.
"I fucking EARNED tonight's dinner!"
Immediately she sent a picture of a t-bone steak with potatoes and broccoli.
"Look good enough to eat?"
I was flabbergasted. She'd sent these directly to me, not on her public profile. She'd still posted a bunch of thin
gs today, of course, as usual. She'd made 13 videos about how excited she was about the pin up shoot she'd done this morning, then a couple of pictures of her lunch, then a video playing with her puppy Pris and finally a clip of her doing high intensity spinning at her gym.
Business as usual, for her, the usual daily output.
But now she was writing me directly.
I realized I'd spent two minutes frozen thinking like an asshole, so I replied quickly.
" YUM. I envy you, I have to watch my weight."
I hit send, before realizing I sounded like a complete idiot.
DING.
"Don't we all..."
She was holding up a piece of meat on a fork to her lips. Her tongue peeked out from between them. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks sucked in. I couldn't help but laugh. She was so goofy. So genuine.
It had to be true, right?
DING.
"Whatcha doing?" just a message this time. My heart beat faster at the cutesy, familiar tone she put in it. On some level my logical brain was calling bullshit, but the rest of me was doing a great job of ignoring it.
"Clearing my calendar. Trying to decide what the best route to AC is ".
DING.
"Good. It'll be fun, I promise. I can't eat and type, plus my manager just got here. Talk later. XOXO"
No picture.
Still, for some reason I didn't feel disheartened. This had felt like more of a conversation than any I'd had in the past weeks with my own family. I went to the kitchen and rustled up some grub.
It was closer to midgnight by the time she wrote me again.
DING.
"Send me a pic of you in your PJs. I assume you have daddy PJs, right?"
As a matter of fact, I DID have daddy PJs. One of the only gifts from my son that I'd actually liked, in recent years. He'd gotten me a nice set of PJs for my birthday that were pretty darn comfortable, and one of the highlight of my evenings. How sad is that?
My wife had been snoring for about an hour already, two feet away on her side of the bed. I'd been browsing old Kayla albums online softly massaging my dick to a half mast. I'd already cum about fifteen minutes before when I ran across one of my favorite scenes with her.
It was when she was just starting out her professional career, and had a certain alluring naiveté about herself as she "acted" her way through poorly written scenes. Her counterpart was a famous penis, a lucky bastard who'd nailed all the young talent at the time, I forget his name, let's call him Rick the Dick.
So Kayla was playing the part of the ingenue, of course, typical, she was a recent hire by a company that apparently hired assistants for the shortness of their skirts and decolletages, and how high their heels were. They hadn't painted her up like a whore, though, she was actually (aside from the very short skirt) the image of a young professional woman who worked at an office, makeup nice and demure, long hair cascading to her back.
She was Rick the Dick's assistant, and within four seconds she'd managed to shred by mistake the important legal documents that would cost their clients millions (or something). Of course Rick the Dick walks in just as she realizes her mistake, and with a barely contained smug grin tells her that maybe he can help her out, if she's willing to work for it.
"Anything, Mr The Dick, I'm sure I can do something for you to make up for it."
Call it corny, whatever you want, but porn dialogue, spoken by a breathless, nubile young thing will always be electrically erotic.
Kayla had lowered her eyelids demurely and bitten her lip, as Rick the Dick had reached around her and pulled her in. She'd struggled at first, but had inevitably been overwhelmed by the sheer machismo of his unbuttoned shirt (I suppose) and melted into his arms.
What was funny was that she seemed to be trying to be all serious, while the guy sort of acknowledged how campy it all was, being an old penis in the industry. But there Kayla was, kissing him passionately and striking alluring poses as he undressed her at her desk.
Once he'd removed that cumbersome jacket and bra, letting her perky breasts bounce free, he'd sat her right on her laptop prop and spread her legs, thumbed her panties aside and began what I could only describe as an unrelenting attack on her labia.
Kayla made all the right noises, of course, but anyone who's really eaten snatch knows you don't just stick your tongue in between the lips and twirl it around, not if you really want to get a woman off. Granted, my experience with this was limited to before I got married, since my wife was as vanilla as they come, and I suppose I am too, but there was a time in my youth when I thought I was pretty good at eating girls out.
Or at least my one girlfriend in college. Not gonna bullshit ya...
You have to take your time, pay attention to where her clit is, and tease it, flick it with your tongue. Bring some fingers into play as well. Penetrate her with a couple while using the flat of your tongue right by the clitoris (not directly on it) and moving it in constant circles, keeping firm presure on it. I hear spelling the alphabet with your tongue is good, but I never tried it.
So Rick the Dick fucked her pussy with his tongue, and Kayla made as if he was filling her up and driving her crazy. Then after the obligatory closeup shots of his mouth on her (from the angle above her head) and up close shots of her face as she shivered with pleasure, they moved to the real good part, where the acting was a little better.
The blowjob.
Kayla did her absolute best work with a dick in her mouth. She was a little sloppy, but sloppy is good in this case. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft, around the head and pretty much seemed to inhale him into her throat. She let the spit drool from the corners of her mouth and forced herself to take it as far back as she could, closing her eyes and making faces that let us know how incredibly big the dick was.
She'd take it out and slap it on her tongue before encircling just the head and jacking it off, then bobbing furiously on the tip.
I came. Yeah... She was just too amazing at it.
What annoyed me was the fucking tendency to cut in between and show me the clips of his face. I mean seriously what the fuck? I have absolutley no fucking need to see some asshole's face making pleasure expressions to get the point across. It's a travesty when you're about to cum looking at this gorgeous woman doing these filthy things and suddenly you cut to the guy. WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT THE GUY??
Sigh.
I suppose that's where gonzo and POV porn came out of, guys who share my opinion and aren't interested in seeing another man in their fantasies. Bad enough that there has to be another penis there, seriously.
Anyway, they moved on to the fucking, because of course, there's no cumming until the end. He sat on the chair and she rode him reverse cowgirl style for a minute or so, then they did doggy and then standing missionary, where they took care to get the long angles of her wide spread legs getting reamed by his massive cock.
