by Alexis Angel
“That’s it, babe… You scream all you want,” he whispers, leaning into me and pushing my legs with his shoulders. As he does it, bending me even more, his cock drives deeper into me and my scream dies down, my throat too weak to carry on.
My lungs are working overtime to get the air in, but I finally come down from Cloud 9.
“We’re not done yet,” I tell him with a grin, as if he didn’t know it. He doesn’t even bother to reply; he just takes my legs out from his shoulders and takes one step back. With a growl in my throat, I climb down from the desk and jump on him; he moves fast, grabbing me as I cross my legs behind his back. He eases me down over his cock, and as I feel his thickness pushing past my inner lips, I rest my head against his shoulder and whimper softly.
“You’re right,” Ethan says, rocking his hips and sliding his cock deep into me at a gentle rhythm, “we’re not done yet.” With each passing second, he starts to thrust faster and faster, making the electric current under my skin start to crackle. I exhale sharply, and instead of screaming, dig my fingers into his shoulder. I bite hard enough to leave a mark, and that only makes him go harder. While my teeth are buried deep in his flesh, and I’m biting fiercely enough to draw blood, he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge what I’m doing. Right now, it’s as if he’s impervious to pain.
Completely lost in a whirlwind of pleasure, I come again, my body jolted by a high voltage current. I stop biting him, and I only need it because I have to scream like a banshee. The sound of my voice seems to spur him on, and while I’m still coming, he puts me down on the floor. He’s on his knees, and I’m straddling him, but with a quick motion of his hips he turns around and lays me down. With both his hands on his knees, he pushes my legs up and intensifies his rhythm. My scream turns into a quivering moan, and I’m almost sure that tomorrow I won’t be able to speak—or sit.
“I want you to…” I find myself saying, the words coming out of my mouth before I can stop them. “I want you to… Fuck me everywhere. Everywhere.” I remember what I went through when I put on the Illicit Escape glasses, how it felt to have his thick cock sliding inside my ass… And I need to feel that right now.
“I know,” he whispers, pulling his cock out with one single movement. “I want it too… Since I saw what you experienced with the glasses, I haven’t been able to think of anything else.”
“Good,” I merely respond, moving like a cat and going on all fours on the floor. Even though I’m breathing hard and my muscles are screaming from all the pleasure, desire seems to act as high-octane fuel. I sway my ass from side to side, an open invitation for Ethan, and he places both his hands on my hips. Running just one finger between my ass cheeks, he presses it against my asshole and slowly feeds it into me. He pushes it all the way in and then, without a break, he starts fingering my ass. My insides are burning, and even though I have no idea how it will feel to have a cock so massive fucking my ass, I can’t wait for it.
Once he takes his finger out of my ass, he replaces it with his cock; pressing with his glans against my hole, he rubs in an up and down motion until I’m gasping for air.
“Please,” I pant, moving my hips back. He feeds one inch into me, and I feel my inner walls burning up as his thickness strains to get inside of my ass. I won’t lie, this hurts, but it’s a pain so sweet and delicious that I can’t help but want more. I thrust back even harder, and reading what’s on my mind, he thrusts mercilessly. His shaft pushes back against my inner walls on the way in, and once every long inch of him is inside of me, there’s nothing that I can do but scream.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I hear him say, his voice coming at me as if he was on a completely different universe. As he starts to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of my ass, I only know that I scream—my brain can’t even process the sound of my voice right now; it’s busy with distilling pain into pleasure.
“Harder, Ethan, harder…” I beg of him, wanting him to fuck me until I can no longer utter a coherent sentence. Obliging, his hips start to slap my ass cheeks as if tomorrow would never come. I let the sound of flesh on flesh lull me into a dream like state, and as his cock ravages my ass, I let the waves of ecstasy drag me down into an ocean of lust.
Making it all so much better, he starts to slap my ass as he fucks me, his hand hitting my cheeks hard enough to leave a mark. Tomorrow I’m going to have a sore ass, and that suits me just fine. I want to wake up remembering how it felt to have a cock as thick as a can of Coke inside of my ass. By all means, this should be physically impossible, but we’re still doing it.
As he pounds into me like a predator, I feel myself on the verge of exploding. So, I do the logical thing and set the fuse on fire; I slide one hand down my stomach, and pressing down on my clit, I start to rub myself as his cock demolishes my ass.
“Come, Brittney,” he says, and his words have an almost magical effect on me. They caress my eardrums, travel to my brain, and there they wreak havoc. As if this was the first orgasm of the day, I throw my head back and scream as loud as I can, my voice so shrill that I wouldn’t be surprise if the mirrors on the walls simply shattered. But they don’t, and so I force my eyes open and look to the side, watching his ass cheeks flex as he thrusts, his long mast destroying my hole.
“FUCK! FUCK, FUCK!” I scream, tears streaming down my face. I feel my brain melting like butter on a hot day, and all of my nerve endings are being cauterized by the scorching heat of pleasure. I let go of my clit, and with both hands on the floor, my fingers curl into claws as my whole body tenses up and then down. The waves of maddening ecstasy rush through me, and I don’t even know how I’m still conscious. “I want you to cum in my ass,” I tell him, and a series of spasms start to take over his cock as if my words were a spell. “Cum, cum…” I repeat, and then I feel a warmness flooding me.
Succumbing to pleasure, he pulls his cock out of my ass, and grabbing it, he starts to stroke himself as thick strands of cum cover my lower back and ass. I moan and scream like a woman possessed, feeling the way his seed covers my naked skin. He keeps stroking himself until there’s nothing left inside of him and then, letting go of his cock, he grabs my hips and leans into me.
I feel his lips on my asshole, his tongue scooping up the cum that’s dripping out. He keeps on licking me until there’s nothing left inside of my ass, and then he runs his tongue up and down my crack, taking all of his seed inside of his mouth. Then, with his hands resting on my lower back, he starts to rub his seed all over me, his fingers sliding easily over my body.
Completely spent, I still find the strength to turn around and face him. Without a single word, I lean into him and press my mouth against his, parting his lips with my tongue. We kiss in a frenzy, and I take all the cum he holds in his mouth inside of mine; as I pull back from his kiss, I grin and swallow, allowing his saltiness to burn down my throat. I feel the scent and flavor of my pussy and ass on his lips, and that only manages to make me hungrier for his semen.
With a gentle smile, he lets his tongue out and licks my lips dry, cleaning them of the few drops of cum hanging there.
“I love you,” he tells me, a quiet tenderness in his eyes. “I never thought I’d feel like this, but fuck, I really love you, Brittney.”
“I love you too…” I whisper, closing my eyes and letting his words echo inside of my head. I love you, he said. Ethan loves me. It feels unreal, as if I’m dreaming or living a fantasy through his Illicit Escape glasses. Forget about lust and sex… Right now, all that matters is his love for me, and I have it.
Still, even though his words are genuine… I know there are roadblocks on our path. Simon won’t take this lying down, and he has the means to make my life a living hell. Even though Ethan is a very powerful man, I don’t know if he can protect me from what lies ahead.
Yes, I’m afraid, I won’t lie about that. But, at the same time, I’m as happy as I have ever been. I’ve finally found true love, and God, I’ll do everything that I can in order to not lose it.
Ethan
I wake up and the sun is just coming up over the city. I look over.
Brittney’s lying next to me. She’s sleeping soundly under blankets; the only way I can even fucking tell she’s there is the mop of blonde hair that’s sticking out.
But underneath the blankets, I feel her soft body pressed against me. Her curvy ass pressed against my cock.
The fact that I even got any fucking sleep is a mystery. I mean my cock between these fucking gorgeous ass cheeks? It’s already coming back to life and getting hard. I just want to fuck her. Again.
Jesus fucking Christ. You’d think someone who runs the world’s largest pornography company would have enough sex in his life and not be running around like some fucking horny 16-year-old kid.
That’s exactly when Brittney yawns again. It’s such a fucking cute little yawn. She wriggles her body a little, and nestles her ass a bit deeper into my crotch.
You remember I was asking what the fuck was wrong with me? Why I was acting like a horny 16 year old?
Well, forget I ever said anything because feeling that beautiful ass on my dick is enough to remind me of the reasons that I’m so fucking in love with this woman.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not just the sex. She’s honestly such an amazing person that I can’t even begin to describe it. So warm. So loving. So pure.
Yeah, pure. I know her past. A porn star who’s starting over. But inside that, past that, is a purity that you don’t see in a lot of people.
I know she’s struggling with something more though. I just can’t—
Wait, did you hear that?
I stop thinking and pay attention and a moment later I hear the doorbell chime once more.
Sighing to myself, I realize that whoever is at the door probably has a good reason to be here at 7:30 am.
With great fucking reluctance, I slowly extricate myself from Brittney. Even though she’s sleeping, I can tell Brittney misses my body. She gives off a little mewl as I get out of bed and put on a robe.
I pad over to the living room. The sun is just rising above the buildings on 5th Avenue. It’s a fucking beautiful sight that reminds me why I love living in New York City.
I open the door and somehow, I’m just not really fucking surprised at all to see Cheryl.
She’s already dressed in a prim and proper black suit and pencil skirt. I step aside to let her in.
“Sleeping in?” Cheryl asks me with a wry smile and a raised eyebrow.
I groan. “It’s 7:30 in the fucking morning, Cheryl,” I manage to say as I walk over to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
“They say the early bird gets the worm,” she replies back, following me.
“My worm gets enough fucking bird, thank you,” I tell Cheryl as she rolls her eyes at me.
I pour my coffee as Cheryl sets down her tablet and turns it on.
“Would you like to go over the plans so far for the launch?” she asks me.
I look at Cheryl. “It’s 7:30 in the morning, Cheryl…” I begin, but if she cares, she doesn’t show it.
“We are three months away from releasing the one product that will revolutionize the pornography industry in ways that dwarf what the VCR did, Ethan,” she tells me sternly. “7:30 in the morning means absolutely nothing to me.”
She’s got a point. I need to not go soft.
“Let’s go to the living room,” I tell her, and grab her a cup of coffee and take it with me. I sit down on the sofa and she remains standing.
“Like I said, we’re launching in three months, and we’re going directly out to 192 countries,” she begins.
Now I’m in work mode. “How many retailers have signed on?” I ask. I’m not hopeful. I mean we’re talking about a virtual reality porn product.
“We’ve gotten commitments from Target, Wal-Mart, Best Buy, Amazon, and CostCo for superior product placement,” Cheryl says and I do a double take.
“Really? Holy fucking shit,” I exclaim. She nods her head.
“They all see the intrinsic value in this,” she tells me. I shake my head. A lot has certainly changed since I was a fucking kid.
“We’re working with other major retailers such as Dollar Tree, Sears, as well as independent retailers to take us on, and we’re still waiting to hear from Google and Apple,” Cheryl finishes.
I nod my head. “Press?” I ask.
“Generally favorable so far, and I think the announcement we did in Times Square got us on the front page,” Cheryl says. “It has also attracted a fair amount of unwanted attention,” she finishes.
“Unwanted attention?” I ask her, cocking my eyes.
Cheryl nods, looking glum. “Our cyber security people have stopped 18 attacks designed to compromise our internal networks in the last week alone,” she tells me and I start looking over a report that she places in front of me. “Mostly it was attempts to get at the plans or the strategy behind the I.E.” Cheryl says.
“Who was it?” I ask her.
She looks at me. “Who do you think?”
There’s a moment of pause between us.
“He’s still out there, Ethan,” Cheryl says. “And he wants the plans for this device. He’s not going to stop and he’s going to spend as much money as he needs to until he gets it. And just hacking into our systems isn’t all I think he’s doing.”
I look at Cheryl in alarm. What the fuck is she talking about?
“How else is he going to get it?” I ask her sharply. “He’s going to rob me?”
She shrugs. “He would if he could, but I think he’s trying to get someone on the inside. He’s trying to put in a mole.”
“Who?” I ask.
Cheryl looks at me. “You know who I’m talking about,” she tells me.
No.
Don’t look at me like that.
You know who Cheryl is talking about.
But I don’t believe it.
“Who’s sleeping in your bed right now, Ethan?” Cheryl asks me. I don’t answer. “Who have you been spending more and more time with and who is closer to you now than even I am?”
“Cheryl,” I start and get up. “You’re getting irrational.”
Cheryl doesn’t have time to answer. Because that’s when I hear a cute little voice behind me.
“Hi,” is all I hear and I turn around to see Brittney wiping the sleep from her eyes. She’s wearing one of my button down shirts and it comes below her waist and makes her look fucking innocent and sexy at the same time.
I stare at her and can’t stop, but I hear Cheryl walking to the door.
“Think about what I said, Ethan,” she tells me and doesn't wait for me to turn around. “And watch your back. I’d love to be wrong.”
Fucking Cheryl.
She doesn't even say hello to Brit. She just treats her like a piece of furniture.
“Brittney,” I say to her as I take a step closer.
“What was Cheryl doing here?” Brittney asks me, her eyes big. “And who does she think is trying to steal your I.E.?”
I stop and take a deep breath. Brittney waits for a second and then her face gets serious.
“Tell me, Ethan,” she says, coming close to me and putting her hands on my robe. “I need to know.”
This is way too much fucking drama for this early in the morning. I swear to fucking God. I’m about ready to tell her to fuck off.
But then I look into her face. She’s looking up at me, her eyes wide, open, trusting.
Is Cheryl right?
Is she playing me?
Only one fucking way to find out.
I sigh, and take a sip of my coffee, and start.
“I started this company shortly after I quit working in marketing,” I say, and Brittney looks at me as her gaze softens. “I didn’t work for someone else anymore, and I don't know how, but I got into representing models at first.”
She nods to me. “I started porn through a modeling contract,” she tells me.
I
nod back. “Same here. Before you knew it, I was selling pictures for models that agreed to magazines and websites, getting paid royalties. It seemed like easy money, and I was good at getting the girls paid more than they would have modeling for Baby Gap or whatever the fuck was hiring.”
Brittney is silent, waiting for me to continue.
“It was only a few steps away from eventually moving into shorter movies and videos, and I began to dabble in creating my own content,” I tell her, thinking back to those days long gone by.
It’s a fucking cliché that I’m some idiot bad boy if that’s what you’re still thinking. Sure, I say ‘fuck’ every other sentence. Maybe I talk about my foot-long cock too much. And yes, I produce pornography. But I’m a fucking hard worker. Everything that I have, everything that I own, I built on my own. No one fucking handed this to me. I built this. All of it.
But I had help.
“But I needed money to grow,” I continue, and Brittney narrows her eyes. She must have heard this line before. “I got into business with some people. Nothing permanent at first, and for a while it was good.”
So far, she hasn’t given me anything other than the fact that she’s listening.
“But as time went on, I began to work more and more with one man. Simon Connors. He had the money and he was willing to invest it in me. We got along great. And for a time, our growing pains were behind us. Things were looking good,” I tell Brittney.
She nods. “But?” she asks and I smile.
“But that was at first. When we were small,” I say with a smile. “We had some huge hits eventually. Got big. Became wealthier than we thought we would ever be. He started getting jealous. Never got over the fact that he was a minority investor.”
Brittney nods. “You guys didn’t part well?” she asks me.
I shake my head. “It’s not that. He let the success go to his fucking head. Started getting caught up in shit that I stayed away from,” I say to her. “Drugs. Self-destructive shit. More self-destructive than me. He was pulling in hundreds of thousands of dollars in his investment and ending up broke each month.”
