Buyer’s Market(87)

Oh yeah. Just imagining the tip of his cock against my pussy lips is getting me hot.

I love it.

I bring a hand back, running it over my ass cheek until it gets to the thin layer of fabric that’s covering my pussy lips.

Maybe someone says something to me, but I don't care whose watching because I take a finger and start to rub my folds. It feels good.

I feel like I’m in heat. I close my eyes and arch my back, imagining Ethan’s tongue running along me. From my pussy to my crack.

That’s right. Like the song.

Lick it hard. Lick it good. Just like he should.

I shudder as I feel warmth flood my body.

God, I want to fuck him so bad.

I’m writhing on the bed all of a sudden. I don’t know how or why, but I’m on my back.

My fingers go under the waistband of my thong and I run one finger over my clit now.

That feels too good.

If I keep doing this I’m going to…

“Cut!” I hear the photography director yell. Followed immediately by, “Brittney, I don't know where that came from babe, but it was scorching!”

The world starts to intrude on my haze of lust at this point and I look around.

Ethan’s standing there, maybe ten feet away.

I guess the people were filming the whole time.

But who cares about that. Do you see the more important thing?

Ten feet away stands Ethan Kane.

His eyes are staring directly at me.

With the biggest fucking cock tent on his crotch that I have ever seen.

Me. An ex-porn star. I thought I’d seen everything.

Have never seen a cock this big.

This could be my ticket in, I think, no?

What do you think?

No, don't answer that. I’m already off the bed.

I need to get into his office to figure out what the hell I would need.

I sway my hips. I don't even know if I mean to do any of this right now.

It’s like my body has taken control.

Like I’m thinking with my pussy, and not my brain.

Ethan looks at me as I walk over. His eyes are devouring me.

I get to within inches of him, and without touching him, lean over on my tiptoes, bringing my mouth to his ear.

Here goes nothing.

“I want you in my mouth, Ethan Kane,” I whisper in his ear. “Right now.”

I can tell he stiffens at hearing me.

But he grabs my hand and starts walking to the door.

This assignment might not be so bad after all.





Ethan





Holy fucking shit, I’m going to fucking cum.

I groan loudly, my back bracing against my office door and I feel my nuts twist up as electrical impulses shoot from my cock to my brain.

I’m having the familiar tingling sexual seizure as my body freezes up and my muscles involuntarily contract.

Yeah, that’s right, I’m about to fucking cum.

Sure, you may have thought you knew what was going to happen the moment I took Brittney by the hand and began dragging her to my office, but trust me, if you came in at this exact moment somehow, you would be fucking shocked as soon as you saw us.

Once the shock passed, you would probably start getting fucking hot.

And before you knew it, your panties would be fucking soaked, dripping with desire.

I mean, I’m about to cum and just what we’re doing is getting me there halfway. God help the hapless window washer who all of a sudden decides to clean my windows. Poor fucker would probably fall off his platform once he saw what we’re up to.

Brittney’s on the ground on her knees. She didn’t waste any time as soon as we got into my office.

She pushed me against the door as I closed it and sunk down to her knees.

With expert fingers, she unbuckled and unzipped my trousers, letting them fall. She yanked down my boxer briefs and took my already semi-hard cock in one hand, bringing her tongue out of her mouth as she licked the underside of my shaft.

Pleasure went through me like a tingling current, and before I knew it, both her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock as her mouth created a suction.

I mean that was good, but holy shit, with her free hand she just unclasped her bra and threw it across the room.

Fuck, her stroking my cock is so fucking good. Just thinking about this whole experience and telling you about it while she does her thing is too much.

I can’t hold it in any more. I’m going to fucking cum…NOW.

That’s when my world almost blacks out as Brittney begins the process of milking my cock.

I spurt.

Let me just tell you that me saying I spurt is a fucking understatement.

I erupt gets close to what's happening. I shoot may even be more appropriate. But still, it pales in comparison to the semen that arcs out of my tip, shooting out toward her.

And as if absolutely ready, Brittney moves her head in such a way and sticks out her tongue that my cum hits her tongue and splatters.

A lot of it lands in her mouth, but enough of it drips down.