by Brandy Ayers
“Guys, we’re going to need you to take off your clothes at some point.” Liza’s voice from across the room breaks the intensity of the moment, and I somehow find the humor in this situation. Something that I hadn’t been able to do before. I met the guy of my dreams on the set of a porn. As MeMaw would say, that is whack-a-doo.
Giggling, I bring my forehead to rest on Simon’s shoulder as he slips my underwear to the side and presses one finger into my very wet opening. I hadn’t expected to be so aroused during this whole thing. Even the cameras are kind of turning me on. If only there weren’t other people here, this could actually be fun.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Time to woman up and do this thing. I want to get this over with, so we can get out of here and I can figure out if my theory about Simon’s mutual feelings for me is right. Regretfully, I take my hand away from his cock and push off the dresser, standing pressed against Simon’s large frame.
In a move I had no idea I was capable of until this moment, I quickly fall to my knees taking Simon’s jeans and underwear with me. For a moment, the incongruity of our situation hits me. This huge, hulking man is totally naked in front of me, while I’m still more or less covered in a bra and shorts. Added bonus: Simon’s incredible cock is right at mouth level, and I am super curious what it tastes like.
Gripping the base, I decide to just go for broke and shove as much of him in my mouth as I can, which turns out not to be even half of it. The corners of my mouth burn with the strain of locking my lips around his thick cock, but I kind of love that slight edge of discomfort. Hollowing my cheeks, I pull back until his tip almost falls from my mouth, a move he obviously likes, because above me, I hear a loud groan, and his hands come to rest on the edge of the dresser over me, almost completely covering me from view. Something I’m sure Liza just loves.
I plunge down again, getting him a little further into my mouth, and with the same tight grip he showed me before, I stroke my hand up from the base to meet my lips in the middle.
“Fuck, holy jesus, motherfucking God. I’m not going to last.” Simon is panting and grunting like he’s the one doing all the work, and not on the receiving end of the pleasure. The thought makes me giggle a little around his thickness, which makes his eyes roll into the back of his head before meeting mine once again.
I’m not down there for nearly long enough before Simon is going all caveman and pulling me off my knees. Honestly, I’m disappointed he didn’t let me stay down there a little longer. I was having fun exploring and enjoying his taste.
“Jesus, Simon, why the fuck did you stop her?” Liza’s face is turning an ugly shade of reddish purple, and she is obviously done with our shy shenanigans. “Sierra, get back on your knees and get his cock in your mouth. And for fuck’s sake, will you get naked? This isn’t soft core porn.” Liza turns her back to us, focusing back on the computer monitor where the video feeds are set up.
Tension radiates from Simon’s body, and I practically feel him vibrating with anger. “Out.” Simon shoots daggers at Liza, and she spins to return his angry gaze.
“Excuse me? This is my production. You don’t tell me what to do.”
“Either everyone gets out right the fuck now, or we walk.” To prove his point, Simon pulls his pants back up, crossing his arms over his chest. “Or did you want to waste an entire day on a production that isn't going anywhere?”
Liza’s jaw visibly works, and I actually feel really bad for her teeth, which are grinding themselves to dust. “And how do you expect me to get the shots I need if the entire crew is out in the hall? You both knew what you were getting into. Either we get on with this, or you are welcome to leave without your money.”
“I’ll tell you how we do this. One of the camera operators gives me their handheld camera, you lock down the camera on the tripod, and everyone leaves.” Simon’s hard gaze swings back to me, and even though I know the words are meant for Liza, it feels like he is really intending them for me. “I swear I’ll give you what you need.”
He swings his hard gaze back to Liza. She’s staring at him with so much anger in her eyes, I’m honestly a little surprised he doesn’t burst into flames. But I can see the cogs working in her brain. We’ve been shooting for almost an hour already, and she doesn’t have a usable film yet. She can call his bluff, insist we do it her way, and risk us both walking out. Or she can have everyone leave, give Simon the camera, and have the possibility of getting enough footage to put out on her site.
I’m not really sure which option I want to win out. Part of me honestly hopes she takes the first option. I never really wanted to do this. But I need the money. I’m tired of being scared, hungry, and cold day in and day out. Plus, Simon’s whole alpha protector thing is seriously working for me. I desperately want them to get out, so we can pick up where we left off.
Before that thought can go any further, Liza steps out from around the cameras and onto the set. “Fine. But only because whatever is happening between you two right now is going to be explosive on camera.” She grabs a small camera from a table that I immediately recognize as one of those Go-Pro things the kids in the park are always filming themselves falling off skateboards with. She hands it to Simon, holding on when he goes to take it from her. “But if I don't get what we need to publish this video, I will withhold your fees, and sue you both for breach of contract, understand?”
We both nod, and Liza narrows her eyes once more before turning and stalking out of the studio, all her lap dogs scurrying after.
The very second the door clicks closed behind them, Simon turns to me with determination and need etched on every line of his face. “Need to see you. Need my tongue on you, sweetheart. Now.” With surprising gentleness, Simon sweeps me up into his arms in a bridal carry and takes me to the twin sized bed on the other side of the set.
A completely unsexy squeal bursts from my lips as Simon throws me down on the bed, then falls to his knees in front of me. Those huge hands drag me across the mattress until my butt is hanging off the edge, and his hands practically rip the shorts and panties from my body. In a heartbeat, my legs are draped over his shoulders and before I can think anything more than what the hell, his mouth is on me, and I’m lost in another world.
I’ve never known sensations like this before in my life. Simon’s tongue is wet and warm and laps at my clit over and over. Like they have a life of their own, my hands fly down to grip his hair and pull him closer to me. The coarse hairs of his beard abrade my soft thighs and serve as the perfect counterpoint to the softness of his mouth. He growls and shoves his tongue into my pussy, then moves back to my clit. It’s like he doesn’t know where he wants to focus first, so he’s just hitting it all in turn. Even the folds of my pussy get into the act as he sucks and nibbles on them before doing the same to my clit.
Somewhere on the edge of awareness, I realize we are here to do a job. “Wait, wait, Simon, we need the camera.” Now that we’re alone, I find I want the camera in my hand, want to capture what this man is doing to me as proof that I’m not making this all up. That it isn’t a dream. Fuck, capture it on camera for posterity's sake because, yeah, this is something that should be immortalized.
“Shit.” Simon picks the camera up from the floor, where it dropped at some point. “These things are indestructible right?”
With a shrug, I take it from him. “Let’s find out.” I glance at the tiny screen on the back and see it is already recording. Simon smirks up at me, and for some reason, that tiny little picture of him between my fingers turns me on tenfold. He dives back between my thighs, and I can’t decide if I want to watch the action on the screen, or the real thing, my eyes keep darting back and forth taking it in.
I’m holding onto his head like a rodeo rider with one hand and struggling to keep the other one still as every imaginable pleasurable sensation riots through my body. Simon runs one hand down between my thighs and presses a finger into my opening. It’s tight, and I know that this is only the beginning, b
ecause he has something much larger that needs to get in there. That single digit slides in and out of me until I’m panting and screaming, teetering on the edge of falling into something so intense, I’m not sure I’m prepared for what’s to come.
Then he adds another finger, and my whole world shatters to pieces. I’ve given myself orgasms before, but nothing like this. Those were all surface tremors compared to do this deep core shaking experience. Every muscle in my body tenses and nerves explode over and over. I want to watch him between my thighs so bad, but it’s all too much, and my head throws back with my eyes wrench closed with the force of sensations rippling through my body.
You would think, at this point, Simon would stop and crawl back up to get the deed done. But no, he keeps going. Sucking and nipping, pushing another finger inside me and rubbing them all against my front wall. He hits some spot that makes me see stars, and then another even more intense orgasm rages through my body. My legs are so weak from the first one, that they fall away from around his head, and I start to slip off the bed. But he catches me just in time, with the only downside of his arms around me being that his fingers are no longer inside my now achingly empty pussy.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do that?” Because seriously, if this guy is a virgin, how did he know how to do all that to me?
“I did lots of research before today. Wanted to make sure I made it good for whoever you turned out to be.” With a huge smile, he slides me up onto the mattress, following me up until his body rests between my spread, shaking thighs. “Glad I did. I want to make this so good for you.”
At some point, while he was buried face first in my pussy, Simon pushed his jeans down to his knees, where they rest now. I work my feet against the waist band until they finally clunk to the floor along with his boxers. His cock slips between my wet folds, barely glancing over my sensitive clit. When he pulls back, he freezes just as the very tip of him comes to rest at my opening. We both gasp and gaze at each other.
This is it.
Chapter Six
Simone
I pause right at her entrance, needing to make sure she is still with me. “You okay, sweetheart?” With my free hand, I stroke up and down her bare leg, loving the way she begins to writhe under my touch. Being so close to the promised land and holding back is just about killing me. But now that I’ve had a taste of her to ease my raging need, I’ll be damned if I go any further without making sure my Sierra is one hundred percent comfortable.
“I think so. This is all just so weird.” She bites down on her lip, looking up at me with a shy gratitude that makes me want to do everything and anything for her. Her breath is coming in quick pants, and her skin is flushed from her face, down her neck, and over her chest, which I realize is still covered by the hot pink bra. “You didn’t have to do that. I would have gone through with it either way.”
Vulnerability is etched in every line of her face. Taking the camera from her hand, I place it on the bed beside us. They don’t need this part. I pull her up into my arms so that we are both kneeling on the bed, wrapped around each other. I place a gentle kiss on her lips, to reassure, to help her relax, and try desperately to ignore my throbbing dick.
“I would do anything for you. I know this is a weird situation, but I want this to be good for both of us. Not for the cameras. But for us.” I can tell she is confused, and I don’t know how to properly explain that I feel a well of emotion and protectiveness for her that is bottomless. I’ve known her less than a few hours, but I would do anything for her.
“Since I set eyes on you in that green room, I’ve felt more than ever before in my life. As if every messed up thing in the past few weeks which led me here was all predestined because we were meant to be here. I hate that we are both in this position, but we are. Since we can’t back out now, I am going to make this as memorable and pleasurable for you as possible. Then, once we walk out of this building, I am taking you home to my bed, where you will stay with me, hopefully forever, but definitely as long as you need to. We’ll get to know each other. We’ll learn each other’s bodies, without an audience. I can’t wait to see you in the morning with no makeup on and no fake extensions. Just you.”
“How is this possible? I felt the same when I saw you. Like I found where I belonged. But this is insanity. We came to film a porn, to get paid to have sex on camera, and you want me to leave here and, what, live with you?”
“Yes. I want you to live with me. I want to make you fall in love with me. I want a simple life with you after this wild start.” I glide my hands down to her ass and pull her hard against me. “But Jesus, what I want more than anything right now is to be inside you. Now. Do you still want that?”
“Yes. Absolutely fucking yes.” Something snaps, and we maul each other in that moment.
Reluctantly, Sierra pulls away, laying back down to her previous position, her legs spread wide for me. She reaches over, picking up the camera, and pointing it at me. “Do you want inside me?”
“Fuck, yes.” I reach down, gripping my length, and she makes the camera follow.
“Show me.” There is a sauciness to her voice which hadn’t been present before. As if now that it is just us, she has found her courage. And she is kind of liking bossing me around while filming me.
I kind of like it too.
With a groan, I pull my hand over my length, showing her the bead of precum that spills from the top. Swiping it up with the tip of her finger, she brings it to her lips and licks it off. My pace picks up as I work my cock up and down, watching as she closes her eyes and moans.
“Now you.” I pluck the camera from her hand and turn it around. “Show me how wet you are for my cock. Got to make sure you're ready.”
Her hands skate down her trim stomach and dives between her legs, dragging open the lips of her sex, showing me the glistening folds they hide. I capture the whole thing on camera and pretend this is just for us. The fingers of her other hand slide back and forth from her opening to her clit, spreading the moisture around.
“You saved that pretty little cunt just for me, didn’t you?” The camera might be pointed down where she is touching herself, and I’m slowly jacking off with my other hand, but my eyes are drawn to hers. “You didn’t even know it, but all this time, you were keeping that tight pussy pristine for a complete stranger. But I’m not going to be a stranger after this. I’m going to be yours. And you, you’re mine.”
“Yessss, make me yours.” She dips one finger into that hole, and I damn near lose it when that digit comes back out glistening with her arousal. Sierra writhes beneath me, lifting her hips up in an effort to get me closer. “Please, Simon, I need you inside me.”
All traces of the shy woman I met out in the green room are gone. Now that it is just the two of us, and she’s all worked up and in need of a release, Sierra has turned into a five-alarm siren.
“Guide me to you, sweetheart. You want it so bad? Take it.” Those soft hands grip my cock, and I actively work to keep from blowing my load all over her stomach before I can even get inside her.
I can’t help but stare as Sierra holds her sex open with the fingers of one hand, while the other points the tip of my dick home. She swirls my cock around her entrance, moaning and rocking her hips back and forth. I can’t take it, the need building within me to drive straight into her is too much. I don't want to hurt her. Jesus, that is the last thing I want, but I need to be one with her right fucking now.
“Hold tight, sweetheart.” Making sure to keep the camera pointed where we are about to be joined, I grip Sierra’s hip in my other hand and thrust hard into her in one solid movement. She gasps and whimpers, a single tear rolling down the side of her cheek.
The expression on her beautiful face in the moment we both give our virginities to the other is mine, and mine alone. There is joy, pain, and pleasure all mixed in her eyes. Her teeth are clamped down on her lip so hard, I’m a little afraid she’s going to draw blood.
“You o
kay, sweetheart?” I try to hold still. She’s so fucking tight around my cock, I might explode. I think about her pain, and how much I hate hurting her, and the need to come right now eases a little.
“I think so. I can’t, Christ, I can’t describe it.” I keep my eyes locked on Sierra’s, not giving two shits if I’m getting the footage the so-called filmmakers on the other side of the door need. All I care about is the woman beneath me, and what she needs. “There is pain, but I’m just so full. I can feel you everywhere. And that part is so good.”
Sierra tentatively shifts beneath me and hisses then moans as she adjusts.
“That’s it, beautiful. You move when you’re ready.” I release my hand from her hip and brush it down her tummy to that swollen nub nestled between her thighs. I don’t touch it directly, not wanting to overwhelm her right now. Instead, I rub little circles around it, then down to where we are joined, gathering some of her sweet juices on my fingers. There is a little pink tinge to them now, and it makes me want to beat my chest with primal pride.
Gradually, her breathing relaxes to a more calm cadence. Her muscles loosen slightly, but she’s still tight as hell around me. Before I expect it, Sierra arches her back and shifts off my cock a little only to circle around and plunge down, so I’m buried to the hilt inside her again. The move has us both moaning, staring down at where she works here hips taking me deep inside over and over.
“Look how perfect I fit inside you. Your pretty pussy keeps sucking me back in, not wanting me to leave. This cock was made for you. Only you.” It's the truth. I know at this moment I will never be inside another woman for the rest of my life. Even the thought makes me angry and nauseous at the same time.
