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, Heather 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, Heather 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.
Heather 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. Heather 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. Scott Taylor, are you enjoying yourself so far?” Heather 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 was 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?” Heather 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 Heather just laughed. “Oh, Scott, 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 . . .”
Heather 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?”
“Okay.”
“Promise?”
Smiling now, feeling much better about myself, I said, “I promise.”
“Good,” she said. “Then let’s get you started on some more advanced techniques.”
“I’m all ears.”
“Let’s hope not,” she said. “You can’t fuck with your ears. But fingers . . . now that’s a different story. You want a surefire way to make sure the girl is always happy?”
“There is one?”
“There sure is,” Heather said. “And it’s the easiest thing in the world,” She held up her hand. The index and middle fingers were sticking out. “Behold the magic fingers. Learn how to use them properly and it doesn’t matter how long you last inside a girl. 5 minutes, 2 minutes, 30 seconds, it doesn’t make any difference. Spend enough time with your fingers inside her before fucking her proper and she’ll come away a happy girl. Guaranteed.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. Even the most jaded pornstar is a sucker for getting finger fucked. If done properly, of course.”
“Can you teach me how to do it properly?”
“It would be my pleasure,” Heather said with a smile.
“So where do I begin?” I asked.
“Just start fiddling around down there,” she said. “You’ll be able to tell pretty easily if you’re in a good spot. Just pay attention audio clues. The girl will tell you e
verything you need to know by how her body reacts.”
“All right,” I said dubiously as I slid my hand down towards her snatch and started rubbing her pussy. I wasn’t real sure what I supposed to be doing but figured she’d tell me if I was doing something wrong.
But so far that didn’t seem to be the case, and if the wetness of her pussy was any indication, she seemed to be enjoying it.
“Don’t be shy,” she said. “Just go to town down there. You aren’t going to break anything.”
So I did, increasing the speed and pressure of my rubbing, moving up and down her pussy lips, sliding fingers inside her, then back out, adjusting the positioning of my fingers based on the feedback I received. Sometimes the feedback was implied by the intensity of her moans and sometimes it was explicit, like when she told me, “A little bit higher. Right there. Right fucking there.”
So I hit the spot, right at the top of her pussy, digging just underneath her lips, rubbing with the tips of my fingers while she bucked up against them. Her breathing intensified. I shifted my arm, giving me a better angle, then rubbed more aggressively, causing her to buck even harder.
“That’s right,” Heather said in between gasping breaths. “Give it to me. Right there. Rub that clit. Rub that fucking clit.”
And so rub that clit I did, giving it everything I had. She leaned towards me and threw her mouth up against mine and kissed me violently, her tongue flicking around my mouth, her moans coming faster and faster.
She pulled her mouth from mind and her hands went to the back of my head and grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed my forehead up against hers.
“Stick your fingers inside my pussy,” she said. “I want you to finger fuck me.”
I obeyed again, sliding my fingers down the length of her pussy and sticking them inside. She was soaking wet; my fingers slid inside her without a hint of resistance. I moved them in and out of her, from the tips of my fingers to the middle knuckles, moving slowly, afraid of going to far or too fast.
A needless concern, as it turned out.
“Deeper,” Heather said. “Force them in there. As deep as they’ll go.”
I obliged, shoving my hand as deep as I could.
“That’s better,” she said. “Now fuck me with those fingers.”
I started moving my hand in and out, my fingers moving inside her, slowly at first, building up a rhythm, increasing the speed in time with her increased breathing rate. Pretty soon she was moving against them, riding them as they slid inside her, her hips bucking hard enough to force me to rise to my knees to ease the pressure on my wrist.
I was still alongside Heather but now up above her a bit, my body positioned about where her hips were. Her legs were spread wide and her hands were on her tits, groping and squeezing them and even getting in the occasional slap.
On a whim, I slipped a third finger inside her, eliciting a sharp gasp from her but no protestations. In fact she started bucking harder and moaning along with her labored breaths as I slammed my fingers into her pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said, practically screaming now. “Give it to me. Just like that. Right there, right there, right there! Yes. Yes! YES!”
I realized that I was rock hard again and wasn’t sure if it was from the way Heather was talking or a reaction to her getting off or from being in control of the situation. Probably all three.
And then Heather was grabbing at my arm and pulling my hand from her pussy and sticking my fingers in her mouth, sucking her juices from them.
“I need you inside me,” she said, shifting her body so we were lying side by side in the spoon position. “Stick that fucking cock inside my pussy.”
She released my arm and reached around and grabbed a hold of my rock-hard cock and guided it into her pussy. Just like my fingers had, it slid in without resistance, like she was some exquisite oil, all warm and silky smooth.
Finger-fucking her had gotten me more excited than I’d thought possible, so much so that I was practically ready to cum the moment I slipped inside her. So I didn’t even bother taking it slow; there wasn’t enough time.
I slammed my cock up into her, going balls deep right from the beginning, then pulled back and gave it to her again, her ass pushing up against my hips with every thrust.
“That’s right, baby,” she said, bucking up against me just as hard I was against her. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard. Give me what I fucking need.”
Again and again I slammed into her, fucking her as hard as I could while I still had something left.
“That’s it,” she said, her voice rising with every thrust and my thrusts increasing intensity with every word from her mouth. “Take it. Fuck me like you mean it. Own that pussy. Own it. Harder. Harder. Harder!”
Her dirty talk took me over the edge. I slammed into her a couple more times, then pulled my cock out of her pussy and came all over her ass. It was yet another huge load, my third one of the day, something I’d never even come close to doing before.
Heather laughed and rubbed my cum into her skin as I fell back into the bed and tried to catch my breath.
“Not bad,” she said. “Not too bad at all.”
“You’re just saying that to be nice.”
“No I’m not,” she said. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re no champion lover yet, but you’ll get there. Practice makes perfect, you know. Or like they used to say in the old days: ‘keep sticking it to me kid, and you’ll go far.’ Or something like that.”
I laughed, then decided to press my luck. “So does that mean that this isn’t just a one time thing?”
“Not unless you want it to be.”
“Not at all,” I said, perhaps too quickly. Not that I cared all that much.
Heather turned on her side to face me. “I figure you can come over whenever you want until I head out,” she said. “If that sounds all right with you.”
“It sounds more than all right,” I said. “It sounds like heaven.” I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it out loud, but what can you do? After what we’d done already that day I was surprised I could still talk, let alone think.
“Ahh, aren’t you sweet,” Heather said. She planted a quick kiss on my lips. “And you’re turning out to be quite the stud too.”
I smiled and dropped my head, embarrassed.
“Three times in a one hour, that’s pretty impressive. There’s some hope for you after all.”
“I have a good teacher,” I said.
“Not a good teacher,” she said. “A great one.”
I laughed. “I know I probably shouldn’t ask this,” I said. “But I have to know.”
“You have to know what?”
“Why you’re doing this?”
“Doing what?” Heather said, her little smile telling me she knew exactly what I was talking about but making me say it nonetheless. She was shaping up to be diabolical in that way.
“This,” I said.
“What?”
I gave her the evil eye. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”
She raised her eyebrow playfully and nodded.
“Why?”
“Because I like to see you squirm,” she said.
I sighed and did indeed squirm a bit. It was funny how much more difficult it was to say the words than to do the deed.
“Come on,” Heather said, her smile growing wider. “Don’t get all serious on me again. Just spit it out.”
I laughed and once again asked myself how I could be embarrassed about saying a couple of words after what we’d done together over the last hour. There was no reason to be, so I just did as she said and spit it out without worrying about it.
“Why are letting me fuck you?” I said.
“I told you before,” she said. “I like to get fucked.”
“I know, but . . .”
“Why you?”
I nodded. “I mean, besides the fact that I just happened to live next door. Or is that all there is to it?”
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nbsp; “Nah, it’s more than that,” Heather said. “Granted, that was the first step, but I don’t just let anyone fuck me. I have some standards.”
“Like what?”
“Well, they have to be cute, for one. Which you are. And they have at least a decent sized cock. Which you do. Those are the two main ones. But those two will only get you laid once. Anything more than that and you have to bring something more to the table.”
“So I take it I bring something more?”
“You certainly do.”
“What?”
“Well, you’re very eager. Granted, too eager sometimes, but that’s all right, because you make up for it with your stamina.”
I could feel myself blushing and looked down at the ground. I had never taken compliments well.
“Plus you’re very attentive,” she said. “And you take direction well. You don’t know how nice it is to be in charge of the situation for once. I’m used to having the whole thing planned out ahead of time, with the director constantly telling me what to do, how to do it, what look to have on my face, what to say, what position to fuck in next. With you it’s spontaneous. Which is nice. Although I do tell you what to do quite a bit, don’t I?”
“Yeah,” I said. “But that’s all right. I like it.”
“I know you do,” she said. “But pretty soon we’ll have to mix it up a bit. Let you take charge. If only for the experience. Girls love that, you know. When a man takes charge, tells them exactly what they’re going to do.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah. Not all the time, mind you. But it’s a nice change, to let someone else take charge every once in a while. You like it, right?”
I nodded.
“So what makes you think we don’t too?”
“I don’t know,” I said with a shrug. “I guess I never really thought about it.”
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