Dirk Longsabre Pt 01

Dirk Longsabre’s brow furrowed in frustration and he rubbed two fingers restlessly over the manly dimple on his strong chin. It had been a terribly boring and frustrating five hours work today, he just hadn’t felt like even turning up today. The fact he’d been asked to turn up at 5am hadn’t helped matters either, Dirk much preferred the more gentlemanly hours, usually not seeing the sunlight until well after noon.

“I think you’re ready now Mr Longsabre,” announced a pretty young girl as she lifted her head up from his lap, wiping her chin.

“Thank you Annie,” Dirk replied with a charming smile as the fluff girl gave the head of his fully erect 10-inch cock a last tender kiss. Dirk always liked receiving head from fluffers, who were always so obliging and diligent. Real pornstars tended to think they were above cocksucking and never put their heart into, unlike girls like Annie.

“You’ve got such a nice cock Mr Longsabre,” Annie added with a slight blush, her mouth watering at the memory of his manhood.

“And you’ve got a nice mouth,” Dirk winked at her and then stood up, making his way towards the film set, his enormous member, still glistening with the fluffer’s saliva, bobbing in front of him, almost as if it was leading the way. Waiting on the set was Dirk’s co-star Titanic Tabitha, laying spread eagled on a table. Fortunately she was named for her colossal chest, not due to any plumpness. Tabitha was actually quite slim, but her massive H cup mummeries had earned her the stage name Titanic. She also went down well, which Dirk suspected had something to do with the name as well.

“Action!” shouted the director as he saw the movie’s star approaching.

As Dirk reached the edge of the table where Tabitha lay and he took hold of her slim ankles, lifting her legs up onto his shoulders he heard her suck in a deep breath of anticipation.

“Are you ready for me wench?” he asked his busty co-star, lining his colossal dong up with her wet and ready pussy (she’d received some fluffing action of her own).

“Oh God yes Dirk!” Tabitha moaned. “Put it in me quickly!” she gasped, begging for his cock as if her life depending on it.

Dirk shot Tabitha one of his trademark winks and then tightened his grip on her ankles. With a skillful thrust he shoved his thick cock deep into the porn actress’s cunt causing her to gasp in pleasure. The cameraman zoomed in on the penetration as Dirk’s slim hips started to pump, his big cock smoothly thrusting back and forth into Tabitha’s clutching vagina.

“Oh Dirk!” groaned Tabitha, writhing on the table. “Fuck me Dirk, Fuck me!”

The room was filled with the sound of slapping flesh as Dirk pounded his buxom co-star. The endowed actor started to join Tabitha’s groans with a few of his own as the action started to build up towards the impending messy climax. Unable to help himself, Dirk’s hands dropped down from Tabitha’s legs and reached out towards her chest, where her immense tits were jiggling and shaking with each powerful thrust of Dirk’s hips. The well hung pornstar’s hands closed over Tabitha’s abundant H cups, his fingers sinking deep into the fleshy orbs and he started to knead and maul them in time with the surging movements of his cock inside her pussy. Dirk’s big hands failed to cover even half of Tabitha’s monstrous melons, but that didn’t stop him from eagerly doing his best to explore their entire circumference.

Not missing a beat with his pistoning hips, Dirk’s fingers seized Tabitha’s nipples, squeezing and twisting on them before lifting her huge hooters up by the nipples and shaking them across her chest, causing an impressive display of quivering, joggling flesh.

“That’s great Dirk!” called out the director. “I want to see the money-shot now!”

Perfectly on queue Dirk immediately withdrew from Tabitha’s cunt and took hold of his big cock. Keeping it aimed between the buxom pornstar’s creamy thighs he gave the thick rod a few rapid pumps in his fist before letting out a deep groan. Dirk’s cock twitched visibly in his hand and then a thick rope of sticky white cum burst from the end. His cum rocketed up across Tabitha’s prone body, splashing with textbook precision directly between her upthrust breasts and splattering her cleavage in semen.

The big porn actor sagged at the knees slightly and gave another grunt of pleasure as a second stream of his seed burst out of his convulsing manhood. This time the blast went even further, splattering directly onto Tabitha’s face. The busty actress gasped in surprise as her sexy face was suddenly on the receiving end of a facial.

“Oh Dirk!” she gasped as another heavy rope of cum hit her face. Dirk’s fourth spurt hit her stomach as his orgasm began to subside. The actor closed his eyes and leant forward to rest against Tabitha’s inner thighs as he wrung the last of his plentiful sperm out onto his co-star’s flat stomach.

“And cut! Perfect Dirk! That’s a wrap!” announced the director as the cameraman, soundman and fluff girl began a spontaneous applause at the actor’s impressive performance.

“Wow,” breathed Titanic Tabitha as Dirk stepped back from her, his prestigious manhood dangling between his well-muscled thighs as it began to gradually soften in it’s post-orgasmic state.

“Nice job,” Dirk said to his co-star as he reached for a towel to clean himself up with. Before he could lift the towel however a soft hand closed over his, stopping him.

“Please,” Annie the fluff girl interrupted, stepping between Dirk and the towel, “allow me.”

Dirk smiled and nodded his head in deference as the young woman dropped to her knees, running her silky palms down the outside of his thighs. Once she was at eye-level with his big cock, a single droplet of cum still leaking from the tip of the sticky organ, she ran her gentle hands back up the inside of Dirk’s thighs. One hand lifted Dirk’s long organ up towards her as her other softly cupped his swollen balls.

Annie gave a low moan of yearning as she leant in and licked the drop of cum from the slit at the head of Dirk’s talented cock, her other hand beginning soothingly massage of his spent testicles. Annie slid her tongue slowly along the top of Dirk’s sensitive cock, causing the pornstar to groan at her teasing. She then captured the head of his penis between her lips and slipped the sticky organ into her warm, wet mouth, bathing him in a restful warm.

The fluff girl held him there for a few moments, just letting her mouth fill with warm saliva and sending heat bathing through Dirk’s genitals, right to his balls. She then started to slowly move her full lips up and down his cock, even as it started to soften in her mouth. She tenderly worked his cock for a full five minutes, until she was completely satisfied that it was clean and she finally released it.

Annie gave his cock a final kiss goodbye and then sat back on her heels, a wicked grin on her face. “There you go Mr Longsabre, squeaky clean.”

“Thanks again Annie,” Dirk replied, patting her on the head. He then reached for his robe, wrapping around him as he headed for the showers.

“Um, excuse me Mr Longsabre,” said a tentative voice just before Dirk reached his dressing room door.

Dirk turned around to see one of the director’s assistants, Dean, a timid young man that pretty much ran errands for everyone on the cast and crew.

“Oh, hello Dean, what’s up?”

“Um, there’s a lady here to see you,” Dean nervously replied, gesturing over to the other side of the room, past where the camera crew was set up.

“Ah, must be a fan,” said Dirk as he saw a remarkably attractive blonde woman waiting for him. She was dressed in a pair of tight fitting white jeans and a pink blouse that from this distance looking quite clingy and low-cut. The way her bosom swelled out underneath her blouse told Dirk she was just the kind of fan he liked best.

Dirk thanked Dean and then headed across the room to meet his female admirer, still dressed in his robe with nothing beneath. As Dirk approached the woman he saw she was indeed beautiful, breathtaking actually. She would probably have made a fortune if she were in the business. Her long blonde hair streamed down past her shoulders, framing her angelic features with a halo of golden locks. As he had already noted, the clothing she wore was sleek and tight fitting, her long legs and expansive chest very nicely displayed in the snug jeans and the plunging neckline of her blouse.

“Good afternoon my dear,” Dirk greeted her with a trademark wink. “I’m Dirk Longsabre, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A pleasure indeed! He thought to himself as he stroked the dimple on his chin and eyed up the woman’s bustline. Her tits were not as large as Titantic Tabitha’s H cups, but those were beyond ridiculous. She was probably more a D or Double D, ample and perky. Aching to be squeezed.

“My name’s Gretchen, thank you for seeing me, it’s of the utmost importance!” she said earnestly, almost as if her life depended on it.

“Ahh, a true fan,” Dirk said with a pleased smile when he heard the seriousness in her voice. He always liked to meet people that appreciated the work he did. His films weren’t exactly fine art, but he liked to think they were a cut above your standard girl-meets-pizza-boy skin flick.

Gretchen frowned as if his reply confused her, “a fan? No, I need to ask you some questions, this is a very critical situation.”

“Ask away,” Dirk said, his smile growing. “Oh, and before you ask, yes it’s real, all ten inches, 100% natural prime man-meat.”

“What?” the woman seemed even more confused, she shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. “Have you encountered anything strange lately? Anything out of the ordinary?” she asked, getting herself back on track.

What was she talking about? Dirk silently thought, she was a blonde though, so perhaps he should cut her a little slack. “No, nothing like that. And yes, I can last indefinitely. Perfect stamina, no camera tricks,” he added proudly. That was always what the female fans wanted to know, especially the pretty ones like Gretchen here.

“Nothing at all?” Gretchen insisted, pressing this strange line of questioning.

“I suppose you would like an autograph now?” he replied, ignoring her question.

“What?” the busty blonde stammered.

“Have you got any paper, I’ve got a pen,” he told her, pulling out a black marker from the pocket of his robe. He always kept one on him, you never knew when a fan would want an autograph. One lovely young fan had even approached him once when he was stopped in his car at a red light.

“Paper, no I don’t want…” she began.

“Ahh!” Dirk cut in abruptly, pointing a finger at her accusingly and grinning widely. “I know what you want,” he said, taking the lid off the marker.

“You do?” Gretchen asked, her voice showing some relief.

“Open up your blouse then,” he urged her.

“Huh?” Gretchen’s confused frown returned. “How will that…”

“Quick, quick,” Dirk hurried her. “I’ve got to hit the showers.”

“Okay,” the blonde replied uncertainly as she unbuttoned her pink blouse.

Dirk couldn’t help but gasp in appreciation as the young woman pulled her blouse open, revealing her mouth-watering tits encased in an ultra-sexy white lace bra. The lingerie seeming to barely cover past her nipples, displaying an ample portion of the swelling tops of her large, round breasts and pushing up the sizeable melons so that they jutting out invitingly, seeming to defy gravity.

Dirk licked his lips and then reached out with his left hand, seizing one of Gretchen’s heavy orbs in his palm. The right hand, still holding the marker pen, moved in and he began to sign his name across the extensive flesh of her breasts that was left bare above the cups of her bra. Gretchen gasped in surprise as Dirk wrote, his left hand taking the opportunity to give the wonderfully firm orb of her right breast a distinct squeeze. ‘Dirk Longsabre’, in black ink, now stretched across the beautiful blondes upper chest and cleavage.

“There we go my dear,” Dirk said gallantly. He gave her right boob one more squeeze and then released her, putting the lid back onto the marker before placing it back into his robe pocket. He then gave the stunned blonde a kiss on the cheek and headed back to his dressing room, leaving her standing their speechless.

“She’s star-stuck, poor dear,” Dirk whispered to Dean with a wink before disappearing out the door.

**

Dirk Longsabre gave a loud yawn as he pushed open the studio door and stepped out into the deserted carpark. It had been a long day on the set and he was glad to be finally done. He planned to stop by his favorite local bar on the way home for a beer and then call it a night.

Dirk made his way over to where his car was parked and unlocked the driver’s door. Aside from his penis, the car was his pride and joy. It was a flawlessly painted black ‘66 Mustang with a rather tacky red flame painted over the front end and a considerably enhanced V8 engine that had a very healthy sounding roar when Dirk planted his foot. The vanity plates on it read ‘DIRK’.

He was about to get into his car when he heard a sound from behind him. Turning he was surprised to see a woman standing in front of a car, he was sure the carpark had been empty, but how could he have missed her?

The second thing he noticed was the car she was standing in front of. It was a brand new Ferrari, blood red with black mags. The first thing he noticed was the woman herself. She was a goddess, drop-dead gorgeous. The stunning, raven-haired beauty was dressed in an ultra-revealing, slinky black cocktail dress, low cut to display plenty of her generous cleavage from between swelling breasts and slit up one thigh, almost to her hip, displaying an impossibly long leg in black stocking topped by a very sexy garter strap with a hint of her creamy bare thigh above.

You would think that by making a living fucking beautiful women all day Dirk would have little interest in women and sex afterwards. In fact the opposite was true, Dirk’s sexy profession merely stoked his lusts. He was a walking hormone, always after any pretty woman and well-curved chest that passed his way. The unexpected sight of the beautiful woman caused Dirk to pause, his mouth literally dropping open in surprise.

The woman shot Dirk one of the most sexy, ‘come-hither’ smirks he’d even been on the receiving end of. Then her dark pink tongue slipped out between her full lips and ever so slowly moved across her upper lip in the most teasing manner possible. Dirk’s cock lurched inside his pants at the sight of the woman’s tongue slowly licking across her lips. He couldn’t help but imagine what that tongue and those lips would feel like on his dick. Dirk let out a small whimper, he’d never felt so horny before in his entire life, he had to have this woman!

As if reading his thoughts the sexy woman in the black dress spoke. “If you can catch me…” she began, her voice a husky purr that made Dirk weak at the knees, “you can have me.” With that she turned and stepped down into the drivers seat of the Ferrari, the slit up the side of her dress falling open as she sat down and giving Dirk a good look at her long, stocking-clad legs and the creamy flesh of her bare thigh where they ended.

Had he just heard her right? Dirk blinked in confusion, the spell her appearance had cast on him seemed to vanish as his thoughts raced. Did she just say what he thought she just said? The roar of the Ferrari’s engine as she started it up seemed to knock Dirk out of his daze. The woman blew Dirk a kiss and then slowly started driving the Ferrari out of the carpark.

Dirk moved faster than he ever had before, leaping into his Mustang and fumbling with the keys in his haste to get the engine started. He finally managed to get the key into the ignition and his car burst to life with a throaty rumble of the V8 just as the red Ferrari was slowly pulling out onto the road.

Dirk threw off the break and slammed his foot down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward as he set off in pursuit of the mysterious beauty. Any thoughts of a cold beer and a warm bed had vanished from his mind, all he wanted now was this beautiful stranger.

The Mustang skidded out onto the road, wheels squealing as Dirk scanned the road for signs of the Ferrari. He quickly spotted it as he struggled to right his car’s skid, she was about a block ahead, still moving slowly through the traffic. Dirk smiled and rammed his foot harder down on the gas, shooting after the Ferrari. She seemed to see that he was finally behind her and the Ferrari began to pick up speed even as Dirk pulled closer behind her.

Dirk pushed the Ferrari up to 50mph, fast given the busy inner city street, and closed the gap to about three car lengths.

The next corner they came to the Ferrari skidded abruptly around the corner, smoothly taking the bend at the last minute. Dirk struggled to follow, his car had a higher center of gravity and he had less warning to react to the sudden turn. The Mustang’s wheels squealing in protest as he slammed around the corner, taking the turn in a wider arc that swung him out onto the wrong side of the road.

A pair of oncoming headlights and an angrily sounding horn caused Dirk to quickly swing back to his side of the road and he immediately stepped back on the accelerator, having lost a short distance on the corner. He saw the Ferrari shoot through an intersection ahead just as the lights turned red. Being dragged along by his impatient penis, Dirk didn’t bother to slow down, hitting the gas even harder and silently praying there was nothing coming from either side. A couple of horns and some skidding tires filled Dirk’s ears as he darted through the intersection, oblivious to the other traffic.

They were heading towards the outskirts of town, in the direction of the bay as Dirk once again started to gain ground on the Ferrari. The woman seemed to know just how to drive so that whenever Dirk would get close she would tauntingly find a way to pull away, and then gradually let him get closer once again.

“She’s definitely playing you Dirk,” he said to himself, but nonetheless he accelerated even faster as the traffic start to thin out. He was not going to let a delectable morsel like her get away.

The Ferrari swung down another sudden corner, taking it at high-speed down a thin alleyway between two buildings. His heart pumping with the thrill of the chase, Dirk yanked the steering wheel, turning his Mustang down the alley after her. The Mustang’s V8 gave a roar as he gunned the gas and rocketed down the narrow road in pursuit. Dirk winced as he smashed aside an overflowing rubbish bin that blocked part of the way, yet the Ferrari had somehow managed to avoid.

“That’ll leave a scratch,” he murmured as they skidded back onto a main road, narrowly missing a pair of pedestrians that almost walked out across the footpath at the end of the alleyway and had to leap back to avoid getting hit by the two cars.

The two cars burnt rubber, getting up to 100mph as they shot past city limits, the road opened up a little and allowing an even higher speed chase.

“Your dick is going to get you killed one of these days Dirk,” the sweating pornstar said quietly, as he watched the speed needle creep up to 120. He had no intention of slowing down however.

The road wound out around the edge of the bay as the two cars raced, once again each time Dirk got close to the Ferrari she managed to pull away again, frustrating him no end. Dirk noticed for the first time that his cock was hard as a rock inside his pants. The chase is definitely great foreplay, he had to admit to himself.

For the next ten minutes the two cars were engaged in a high speed duel, the distance between them rapidly fluxuating, but Dirk failing to gain the upper hand.