As a man, I've never once wavered but this one time, my whole body shudders as a low growl forms in my chest. She climbs up to take my soft Cock out of her hole as it makes a pop sound. I've never been so addicted to the sounds and pops ever before.
I smirk at the two men, with bottles in their hands and their stances too leisure. They were stroking themselves, hands in their pants. As i said, this would have been the greatest porn film I would have ever directed in my life. Shall i recreate this scene with my actors?
I probably shouldn't.
I'll be selfish this time and not show the world this peak of my life. My sweaty body is looked down upon her accentuated gaze. Even with the scepatcles on her nose, she looked absolutely stunning and a hint of adorableness seen. She is absolutely beautiful. I want to touch her cute yet sexy face.
But, I remember something. No more falling in love. I've had enough of everything, deliberately.
I sigh and pinch her waist to see if she will react to my request.
"Sorry. I might be heavy for you." She apologizes, but that wasn't what I meant.
"I'm sorry, but I would always love you to straddle my waist and let me be your throne. I'd like to correct you, you're not fat." I say sternly, she giggles. Oh boy, God are you testing me?
"Thank you for that." I hate how she is being so formal with me even when she gave me the best night of my life. Wait, how long did I take to climax again? Less than 10 mins?
This is... a record...
I watch the woman dress herself and be approached by the two men who were similarly enticed by her. She shooed them away with one word.
"No." I never knew a simple two letter word can be said with such terror that they scram off like ants. Anyhow, she turns to me, having gathered all her things and laughs at how my d!ck was up again. That's right. It's up again because I can't stop longing for the feeling of excitement she have provided me for the past 10 minutes. I wanted her to fuck me as many times she wants. I want to be her sex slave.
Is that too far a wish?
Let's be reasonable to her. I'll say her the truth.
"Hey!" I stand up, feeling slightly dizzy and sleepy because my whole body felt good. She turns around with her brown hair in tandem of her movements and gives me the slightest smile, "If we can, can we meet here again?" I ask greedily, touching her chin.
"If fate allows it." She simply answers, walking away.
Oh.
That was unexpected of her.
I bite down on my bottom lip, staring at her plumpous ass as she walks away. She knows I'm staring. And so, she leaves into the sea of drunks and addicts on the stage.
"Wait!" It was too late. At the end of the day, I couldn't ask for her name nor take her number.
What I didn't know was that she is the person I've been chasing since day 1 of my career.
Ravine. The famous pornographic script writer, world renowned. If only I could have taken her number and gained access to success. If only... I kissed her sweet lips and remembered the flavor forever.
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They days past and I am here as a director again. At last, I convinced myself to not recreate that scene nor think about it too. But lately, I ducked a few girls in my campus— yes I'm still a student— but none of them felt as good as her.
They all started preferentially with a blow job that I even refused for some. She didn't. That woman, slightly older than myself didn't give me a blow job. She directly climbed atop of me and started pumping herself on me.
We didn't even need lube at that moment. She was wet like a snail. But the other girls... we needed lube twice or even thrice and I even lost my temper at one.
I was coming back home, drained and exhausted and frustrated. I wanted to be left alone this weekend and hence cancelled all my plans and schedules. Suddenly, the doorbell goes off at 10 in the night and I am left puzzled.
Who might this be? Was this regarding a script or something?
I have the habit of not using the peephole so I opened the door quickly. To my unpleasant surprise, it was my stinky cheater ex.
Her eyes and nose red, in a sweater and teary glistening eyes. I was honestly so irritated to even look in her direction.
"What?" I bark, indirectly telling her to fuck the hell off.
"I-I'm sorry. Please take me back!" She screams, making a small commotion outside my house. What does she even take me as? I scoff, almost getting intentions of killing her and burying her b0dy, but morality stops me from doing that.
"How low are you for a woman? Oh, let me guess. The guy you slept with fucked a girl right in front of you and looked at you in the eye and said he doesn't love you. Or better, he made you Suck his d!ck to go put it in someone else's pussy—" my cheek stings sharply.
My head turned away, I look at her and control myself from breaking her neck with one little squeeze. Control yourself, Aaron. Control...
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? I just realized I love you!" She screams again. Huh?
"You wouldn't have enjoyed fucking that man in my house, my bed and still have the audacity to talk to me like that. Understood? Now get lost and live a life of a prostitute because you fucking deserve that shit. I'm cursing you better things than actual death. Now get lost." I push her away and close the door immediately before she could protest or stop me from closing the door.
Well, she didn't deny the fact that her 'boyfriend' cheated on her.
Suddenly, I begin smiling.
Jeez. I've never felt so happy before!
Am I going insane? I feel so happy for her life now!