Author's note:
This is the second installment in this series. While it does stand alone, the first chapter sets some of the scene. Please, vote and comment below, the feedback is the only payment we authors get!
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I stared at my computer, trying to look busy, lest the owner of the company poke his head through the door on one of his surprise Friday afternoon inspections. I looked at the clock, which read 2:50, while trying to will it to speed up. No dice. At 3 on Friday he left, and then it'd just be maybe an hour of boredom and awkward wrapping up before the weekend started. And though tonight I had nothing exciting planned, just food and pool with a couple of buddies from the office, I was still bored and ready to start my weekend. Plus, I knew that tomorrow I was seeing Tiffany at some point. Not a minute too soon, either, as it'd been several days and my balls were already achingly full.
Right then, a familiar baritone rang through the office. "Fuck it guys, why pretend? It's the weekend, and it's going to be slow until Monday and new business, so let's pack it up!" John, the owner of the company, was yelling at all of us to go home. With the end of the month being here, we were waiting for our newest spate of work to arrive on Monday, and apparently he didn't want us sitting there pretending to work in the interim. I wasn't going to argue. As I set about closing my files and shutting down my laptop, my phone vibrated, and I glanced down. It was a message from Tiff. "Please please PLEASE say you can come over tonight. Like now, if possible. Have never needed ur cock more." So raincheck on pool, I guess.
I told Carl, and he gave me a slight bit of guff about bailing, until I showed him the text, and he started laughing. "If you don't go, I'll try to find her place and fuck her." I flipped him off, and we laughed as I bid him farewell, getting in my car to head over to the East Valley and to my awaiting and insatiable lady.
I called her my lady because I wasn't sure what to call her. She was like a girlfriend, except she told me she didn't believe in monogamy, and being fresh off a divorce, I wasn't eager to be tied down, either. We'd been seeing each other six weeks, and thus far exclusively, but she was very involved in the porn industry, and had also told me frequently that she wanted me to sleep with somebody else. She'd even begun probing for details on what/who I found hot as she showed me porn, which was also quite frequent.
The drive from my office to her house took around 25 minutes. When I pulled up, the driveway was packed full of cars. While I was used to occasional cars when video techs and such came over to help her edit down scenes, this was a new experience on me. When I stepped in the door, it was even crazier, as the house appeared to have at least a good 30 or more bodies inside it. Music played from out by the pool, and a girl with a lip ring and a clipboard looked at me and asked "Cast or crew?"
"Neither. I'm a friend of Tiffany's," I replied.
"Are you Martin?"
"That's me."
"Okay. She's upstairs. Either the video room or the set." I nodded at her instructions and headed upstairs.
As I went upstairs, a couple of starlet-looking ladies with large, obviously fake breasts breezed past me, and as I turned the corner at the top, I nearly walked right into a man so large, I almost mistook him for a wall. "Sorry, dude!" he shot out cheerily, as he ambled around me. As he walked away, I goggled for half a second. He had to be at least 6'5" and was probably a solid, overly-musclebound 250 lbs, clad in nothing but a speedo and a very obviously store bought tan.
I walked into the makeshift studio, which had a few bodies in it, including a couple of girls on the bed in bikinis, kneeling as some production assistant adjusted lighting and called out info to some dude with a laptop and a couple of cameras snaked to it. "Make sure we don't have the top shadow," I heard Tiffany yelling out, "I don't want a reshoot because I can't see pussy lips again." As I poked my head around a body, she looked over and saw me, then smiled big. "I'll be back in a few guys, roll this," she yelled as she moved over to me. "Hi," she beamed, giving me a quick, romantic but not overly so kiss. She was clad in a robe, freshly showered with no makeup. "Come on," she said, leading me out to the hall."
"What's up?" I asked, somewhat confused as to why she invited me over during a day she was apparently shooting.
"I need you," she said, dragging me toward the bedroom.
"What's going on?" I inquired, still a bit confused as she locked the door behind me and then quickly threw herself against me. Not that I was complaining, obviously, since I was rapidly growing against my jeans.
"I had to shoot today with this horrible meathead," she said, as she attacked my mouth again, threw off her robe and stood before me totally nude. She began fumbling with the buttons on my shirt almost frantically. "Horrible in bed. Couldn't make me cum after 90 minutes of trying. I'm so tense I'm ready to explode." By this point she had dropped to her knees and was ripping open my pants to fish my cock out. She attacked my cock so forcefully she actually pushed me against the wall, which thankfully was less than a foot behind me. About a dozen vigorous sucks, and she wrapped her hand around, saying "God yes..." to nobody in particular as she stood up, wrapped a leg around me, and reached down to guide me into her already wet pussy. I grabbed her around the waist to steady her as she began grinding herself into me with a force that almost took me off guard. I was used to her being an aggressive and wild fuck, but this was another gear that I hadn't even seen. "Holy fucking shit I needed this cock!" she essentially yelled as I slammed back at her while attempting not to lose my balance.
I tried to shift her to a position that might have been more comfortable, but she refused to move off of me. Quickly, I saw the telltale signs of her impending O, as she started her little staccato barks, then screamed out an alright "Fuckkkkk Meeeeeee Fuck fuck FUCK!!" I felt her pussy clamp hard on my cock, and stopped my strokes for a second to allow her to catch her breath, but also out of shock. We had been fucking for maybe 90 seconds, and she had cum hard. I felt her pussy lubing liberally down my balls, which only happened when she was crazy turned on.
She opened her eyes and brought her head back down, and started giggling. "I'm so sorry, I'm not laughing at you, but the look on your face is priceless."
"You okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was so wound up, after all that sex but no cum. I had to something awful. That was exactly what I needed. Thank you so much," she said, kissing me sweetly. "I need to return the favor, though, you haven't cum yet."
"I'm okay. I mean, let's keep going, but I don't think I can cum that quickly," I interjected.
"That's okay," she laughed. "I don't need to poke my head out for a couple of hours. We have plenty of play time," she said, as she led me to the bed. I had to reach down and partially pull my pants up, since they were still around my ankles, and as I sat down on the bed, she got down again and began giving me a much less frenetic blowjob. I began to relax, and was reaching down to unlace one of my shoes, when a knock came from the door.
"Go away," she growled.
"Tiffany, it's Amber. Please let me in."
"Not a good time," Tiffany shot back.
"I know, I just really need to hide for a few," came the voice.
