Work & Play - Scene 1 - Opening Credits (Patreon)

This is the start of a new series! For now, it is Beta Readers only. But we will see what the future holds. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.

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Scene 1 - Opening Credits

Marshall thrust slowly, letting his thick cock rub over Sara’s pussy. She kept grinding her clit against him, matching his rhythm, creating a whole new song together with their bodies. She was dying to cum, the feeling was so close she could taste it.

Sara looked up into the eyes of the man who was looming over her. Thinning hair, face red and sweating, his body rotund, flabby, hairy, but his cock was massive and thick and rubbing all over her folds making her shiver. Marshall was hungry. He was a conqueror, lording over the woman beneath him. The look in his eyes, of pure lust for her, made her grind against him more. Getting his cock slick with her arousal.

She was aching for him. But then he stopped. Her hands went to her nipples, gently pinching them. “Fuuuummmcckkkk. Uhhhhmm.”

Marshall watched her. It was obvious she was getting close. On the very precipice of an orgasm. Her hips were moving on their own against him, and he didn’t even have to move.

HIs eyes stayed on hers. Predatory. Intent. He was savoring this view of the woman beneath him as he moved his hips, Sara moving with him, and dragging his cock against her clit, then down her slit till his tip found her entrance. He waited. His cock still, wanting Sara to do the honors.

She pushed her hips and her pussy pressed against Marshall’s cock head. The lips opened, slowly swallowing the thick member, stretching her wide. Her face contorted into a mask of pleasure and disbelief, eyes opening wide and body tensing up as she moved. Pulling back and then down again, letting the bare cock slide deeper inside her. Marshall began matching her movements. Pressing into her as she pressed against him.

“Holy fuck.” She gasped, finally feeling him sinking deeply into her body. It was a fan to the flame already burning inside. Sara bit down on her lip, feeling herself trying to stretch to accommodate the man’s massive dick. It was painful, but quickly turning into absolute pleasure.

They both focused on Marshall’s cock, plunging into Sara’s depths. Her lips stretched and gripped against his shaft. The man laid on top of her, Sara’s bare breasts against his flabby chest.

Her legs wrapped around him, heels pressing to his fat ass as the girth of his cock thrust into her over and over, making her tremble.

“Fuuuu ohhhh fuuuuckkk…” Outside a storm was raging. Wind and rain howled and poured. The sounds of skin slapping mixed with the rumbling thunder and the rattling windows. Sara squeezed Marshall tightly inside, feeling herself stretch more when he went all the way down to the base, wider at his hilt. She arched back into him, eyes closed tight and biting her lip hard as he ravaged her.

Marshall pushed through the velvet grip of Sara’s cunt, thrusting continually and picking up speed. His bare cock rubbed against her inside, feeling all the ridges and muscles as they squeezed and tensed. He pushed himself up on his hands so he could look down at the dark haired beauty beneath him.

He watched her writhe and moan and eagerly take him inside her as he continued fucking deep and steady. “God, you feel good.” He grunted, pistoning his hips into her as he spoke.

“I love it!” She gasped, an arm coming up to cover her eyes and her other hand gripping his shoulder.

His bulbous head rubbed up deep inside her, making her tremble, her canal tightening over and over with her rapid heartbeat.

“Feels so fucking good.” He leaned in, sucking at Sara’s ear. Pulling his full length out, he let the tip remain inside her, then slowly entered back in all the way and pressed her cervix.

“OHHHH mmmmmm.” She groaned, the sensation of his bare cock so deep inside was intense. “Fuck. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Tell me how good it is.” He whispered.

“Fucking fantastic. So good. I love how you feel in me!” She moaned it loudly and felt another wave of pleasure wash through her as his balls slapped her ass.

Marshall kissed all over her neck, her chest, licking around her breasts, feasting on her body with his mouth as his cock claimed her pussy. His lips found hers and they kissed hard and deep, grinding against each other as their tongues played.

“Do I make you feel good?” He asked, his fat thighs smacking hers as he continued his assault on her pussy.

“Yes!” She gasped.

“Tell me. Tell me how good. Say you love being mine.”

“Yes… I love it. I love… oh fuck you are so good. You fuck me so good!” Her eyes were shut and she was arching, all her muscles tightening.

“Cum for me Sara. Cum on my cock.” He encouraged her.

His weight was oppressive, pressing down on her in a way that made it harder to catch her breath but stimulated her, too. The thrusting cock was hitting every spot deep inside, rubbing against all the gathered nerve endings that made her pulse rise and her skin break out in goosebumps.

“Fuck, Marshall.” Sara gasped, his slow deliberate movements winding her up higher and higher. She was drenched in sweat, and Marshall’s bigger sweatier body was rubbing off onto her too. “Don’t stop. Fuck! God! Don’t ever stop…there! Right there Marshall!” her legs wrapped tighter.

“Say it. Say how much you want me.” He hissed in her ear and kissed her mouth.

“I want you so much. So bad. Fuck me. Please fuck me!” She whimpered the words out, begging him to never stop.

The tension was rising, her orgasm was so close. Marshall had kept her just on the edge this whole time and she was shaking with need.

“Give yourself over to me Sara. Cum for me. You’re mine. Say it.”

Between gasps, Sara answered. “Yours. All yours. Fuck me… take me away from my husband please Marshall…” The words were tumbling out.

Marshall leaned up and grinned down at the beautiful woman. Her dark eyes glittering in the lights and flashes of lightning. “I’m… fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Her legs tightened around him.

“I’m going to cum inside you. I’m going to fill you full of me. Every inch. I want you to take every drop.” He began grunting, thrusting deeper, harder, his balls tightening with the need to release. “You want that, don’t you. Say it. Tell me you want it.”

Sara arched under him shaking, trembling. “Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Please. Cum for me. Cum in me. I want it. Need it!” She was almost screaming.

Suddenly Sara’s orgasm overtook her, pleasure bursting inside her and rushing up her spine, clouding her brain with fireworks of pleasure. Marshall thrust home again and again, thick slaps filling the room as he began to unload. Thick shots of cum spraying deep inside the tight little pussy that was squeezing him. Erupting with deep loud grunts as they both shook, grabbing onto each other for support.

They tensed, frozen in ecstasy as they came together. Marshall’s balls squeezing over and over as they unloaded inside the little hot tunnel. It lasted a minute. Two. And then finally they both began to relax, breathing slower, deeper, panting with relief and then…

“CUT!”

The director shouted. The scene ended.

Vanessa lay back, catching her breath, and patted Charlie on the arm. “Mind getting off me big guy? You’re kinda heavy.” She brushed back some of her wavy locks from her sweaty face and looked up at the man who was still on top and inside her.

“Yeah…” He said breathlessly. “Yeah, just give me a sec. You really drained me today.” Charlie chuckled, pushing himself up and pulling his cock out of Vanessa’s pussy, dripping with cum and juices. The bed shifted and groaned slightly as he rolled off of Vanessa and lay back, wiping sweat from his red face.

“You should really see a doctor, Charlie. I really don’t want you dropping dead during one of the shoots, especially if you’re on top of me.” Vanessa slid her way off the bed, taking a moment to let her legs get feeling back before standing up. “Someone throw me a towel, please?” She called and a warm, damp towel flew at her from somewhere behind the lights and cameras that were set up in the room. She caught it and whipped her face, then began cleaning up between her legs.

“Great scene, Nessa.” One of the cameramen said. She thought his name was Rick, but couldn’t be sure. He gave her a quick high five before walking off to review the footage on one of the laptops set up in the walk-in closet they were using as a base of operations.

She rolled her eyes at the man’s back. Hard not to have a great scene when it came to sex. You had to be really, really bad at it to be anything but great. Vanessa continued to wipe away the cum between her legs. “Geez Charlie. What, did you save yourself up for a whole week or something?” She turned to her co-star who was still laying in the bed, drinking from a bottle of water someone had given him.

“What can I say, you bring out the most in me.” He grinned at her, his cheeks still rosy.

Vanessa flipped him off, making him laugh. “Tell your wife I said hi,” she muttered and walked out of the room. The feeling of Charlie’s cum still inside her, dripping from between her puffy lips, was a mixture of pleasing and annoying. The man really did have big loads, probably one of the reasons he was so popular in the industry. That and his fat cock. Even in porn, a fat belly and balding head could be overlooked if your penis was as big as a someone's forearm.

Slipping past the crew and other actors, Vanessa made her way to the bedroom down the hall that the studio was using as a changing room. She’d stashed her backpack there, stuffed with the change of clothes she’d settled on for her date. Hopefully, they weren’t too wrinkled from being in the bag all day, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.

Thankfully, the room was mostly empty except for Tamera, the curvy chestnut haired woman who had just been hired to Deep Desires Studio. She was sugary sweet, like your best friends mom who always made you cookies when you were doing your homework. Her curves were what some people called chubby, fluffy overflowing over the waist of her black cotton thong panties, her breasts a lovely c cup with dark nipples hanging freely and luscious.

“Hey Nessa.” Tamera looked up from her phone. “How’d the scene go?”

Vanessa stuck her middle finger inside her pussy, scooped out a thick glob of cum and raised it up to show Tamera, effectively flipping her off with a cum covered finger.

Tamera laughed, her whole body shaking beautifully. She was the sort of curvy that men craved, a delicate balance between too much and too little. “That well, huh?”

“I fucking hate that I had to jump in. This was supposed to be Heather’s gig, not mine.” She groaned, setting her backpack on the bed and starting to pull out her clothes. For a second, she shuffled around till she found her smart watch and checked the time. “Shit.” Tossing the watch on the bed, she quickly grabbed a pack of hygienic whips and cleaned herself up more, as quick as she could till there was no more cum leaking from her. Then she grabbed the pair of cheeky green panties she’d packed and started slipping them on. “I wish I had more time to clean up better.”

Tamera turned to her, brushing back her curly locks. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got a date.” Vanessa sighed, quickly slipping on her bra and fastening it, then grabbing her purple blouse.

“Ooooh! A date? Seriously? With who? Someone from the studio?” Tamera looked genuinely intrigued.

It was somewhat hard for people in their line of work to date. If the person didn’t know what you did for a living already, when they found out they expected things from you, like your job followed you around. She didn’t see people asking accountants to do their taxes for them after dinner, so why should she be expected to do some lewd, crude sexual stuff? Didn’t seem fair.

And for those that knew what you did, well, most looked at them as objects. They hardly acknowledged that they might be human beings who thought about other things besides sex. Vaness tried not to think about it too much about the amount of dates she’d had that went down the drain so fast they might as well never have happened. Which was why, when people mentioned they were going on a date, it was usually within the industry itself. Date your own kind essentially. But that made the dating pool limited and at a certain point, there just weren’t any more prospects.

“No.” she answered as she pulled on a nice pair of dark jeans. “It’s like, a friend of a friend sorta thing. My roommate from college knows this guy, moved here last year or something. Owns a store. She said he didn’t get out much, but was a really nice guy and I should give him a chance. And hey, beggars can’t be choosers, ya know.”

Tamera nodded. “Yeah, I get that. Even if you’re not in this business, the dating scene is hard. Gotta take every opportunity you can get, I guess, right?” She shrugged and flopped onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow. “So, what else do you know about this guy?”

Vanessa stepped over to a vanity that had been set up across from the bed and looked herself over, brushing back her hair, grabbing some makeup to clean up the sweaty mess she’d gotten into with Charlie. “Well… according to Josie, he’s the sweetest guy I’ll ever meet. But he’s kinda nerdy.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, she just said I should give him a shot. And… well,” She turned to Tamera, who was watching her intently. “I’m just tired, ya know? I’m tired of being alone. I’m not picky or anything, I just want a guy that’s gonna respect me. Is that too much to ask?”

Tamera got up from the bed and came over, giving Vanessa a hug. Her nudity didn’t do anything to make the situation awkward. Vanessa had gotten used to nudity within the first six months of working in the porn industry. It was constant, and if you couldn’t handle simple nudity, then you absolutely couldn’t handle anything else in this business. Hugging Tamera was almost like holding a cherished teddy bear.

“I get it, honey. Sometimes you’ve just gotta put yourself out there. Never know what may happen. Everyone deserves a fair chance.” Tamera grabbed a brush from the vanity and quickly started to comb out some tangles in Vanessa’s hair.

“Yeah. Nerdy guys aren’t usually my thing, but… maybe that’s good, ya know? I’ve done all the other cliche fellas. And you’re right. Everyone deserves a chance.” Vanessa felt a weight lift from her chest. It was just a date. It would either go well or it wouldn’t. Her life wasn’t on the line. But still… she’d been through so many other dates that had just ended miserably. Just once she wanted at least a half decent date.

“There. Perfect. You’ll knock him dead.” Tamera smiled and helped Vanessa back to her feet from the vanity chair. “Now get your cute butt out of here before they try to pull you into the threesome I’m supposed to be shooting.”

A sudden burst of thunder made Vanessa jump even as she was laughing with Tamera. “Oh geez, I thought that whole storm thing was some special effect or whatever. I didn’t realize it was actually raining.” She grumbled, going to the window and looking out. It was coming down steadily, thunder rumbling and streaks of lightning brightening up the cloudy sky.

“There’s some umbrella’s downstairs, in the front entry. I saw them when I got in a little while ago. Just grab one.” Tamera said, going back to her phone and giving Vanessa that sugar sweet smile.

With a sigh, Vanessa nodded, gave Tamera another quick hug, and then hurried downstairs, grabbed one of the umbrellas that was leaning against the wall and headed out into the storm.

— —

Vanessa rushed into the cafe, doing her best to keep her umbrella over her so she wouldn’t get soaked. As it was, she still looked windblown and damp as she shook out the umbrella and put it into a stand next to the door. The place was small and quiet, with a romantic, relaxed atmosphere. Lights were dim, the tables were cozy with candles in dark red glass. It smelled of fresh baked bread and hearty aromas of soups and other delicacies.

Brushing back her damp hair, Vanessa looked around. The place was nearly empty with only one other couple sitting near the kitchen in back. For a second she thought she might be early… but her watch said she was late. Had her date gotten restless and bailed? She was only ten minutes behind…Then she noticed the other person, sitting near the middle of the cafe, back against the wall and slightly slumped, tapping at his phone with a sad puppy look on his face.

He was short, looking, with short brown hair, dark-rimmed glasses, and a cute face. The blazer he was wearing was dark blue and fit him well. The white shirt beneath buttoned up to the collar. His jeans were more retro, acid washed, and a bit tight. Geek chic.

Vanessa stood at the door for a moment looking the man over. She knew he was going to be a bit of a nerd, but he didn’t have the traditional ‘Revenge of the Nerds’ look. He had style and didn’t look unkempt or greasy. He was cute. Attractive in a very simple way that honestly, considering the industry she was in and how much of it was fake and airbrushed and trying to appeal to a wide array of opinions… it was nice.

With a few deep breaths to calm herself, Vanessa smoothed out her blouse, hoped she didn’t look like a drowned rat, and went over to the table. “Um… Christopher?” She asked tentatively. It would be embarrassing if she thought this was her date, and he was just some random person.

The man looked up from his phone, eyes wide behind his lenses. He had brilliant hazel eyes. “Oh… um, yes… that’s me.” Christopher stammered. “You can call me Chris. Only my mom calls me Christopher and it’s when I’m in trouble.” He put on a nervous and sweet smile, quickly getting up from his chair and holding out his hand to shake.

Vanessa was almost a full foot taller than him. She shook his hand. “Okay, Chris. I’m Vanessa. It’s nice to meet you.” The look in Chris’s eyes was one she hadn’t seen in a long time. It was wonder. It made her heart stutter.

Their hands collapsed. He had calluses along his palms and fingertips, which was surprising considering she’d heard he owned some sort of game store. She knew her hands were soft and as they shook, her hand tingled. Geez, it felt like she was in highschool again meeting the cute boy at lunch or at the mall. If she were honest with herself, Chris was not a person she would have given the time of day normally. He was somewhat common looking. It was why she hadn’t seen him at first. He just blended in and had a quiet presence.

They released hands, and Chris glanced away, scratching at the back of his neck. “To be honest, I was afraid you weren’t coming.” 

Vanessa blushed. “Oh, no. I was just running behind because of work and the storm.” Of course he’d think she was standing him up. He was a mousy sort of guy, so he was definitely not used to women like her going out with him. Which was a shame. He seemed nice. Of course… All she had to go on was this first minute of interaction. But something… there was something…

He grinned. “Yeah. I get that. I was going to text and see if you wanted to reschedule. Glad you made it though. You look really nice.” His eyes quickly took her in. They didn’t linger on her chest or hips. It was just a polite look and then a smile as he looked back at her face.

“Well, you’re being too kind. I feel kinda like a cat that got thrown into the bath.” Vanessa chuckled and gave a shiver. It was a little chilly in the cafe and with the rain, it made her feel like she’d walked into a freezer.

“Are you cold?” Chris was slipping his blazer off and quickly slipped it around Vanessa’s shoulders. It was intimate… polite… gentlemanly…

“Oh… sorry, was that a little too forward?” Chris blushed as she looked at her, hands still up and unsure if he should take the blazer back or not.

Vanessa smiled widely. “Thank you.” It came out as a soft whisper. Her dark blue eyes met Chris’s and a delicate silence fell between them. Her heart was racing. The nervous look and blush on Chris’s cheeks made her shiver again, but not because she was cold.

“Um… would you like to sit…” Chris pulled out the chair opposite the one he had been sitting in.

“I’d love to.” Vanessa slipped into the seat, pulled Chris’s blazer close about her shoulder and watched him curiously as he sat back down. She hadn’t really had high hopes for this date… and of course, things could always go south quickly… but something inside her was dancing and screaming and rejoicing. Chris was sweet, timid, but gentlemanly. Vanessa didn’t take much stock in fate… but at this moment, sitting across from Chris and watching as he picked up the menu and started telling her that he’d been here before once with his sister, pointing out on her menu what was good, it felt like the universe had guided her here.

For the first time in a long time, she pushed off her worries and insecurities, settled into her place and let herself hope.

— —

They sat and ate and talked for hours. At some point the other couple left, and they had the whole cafe to themselves as they leaned in over the table, candlelight illuminating their faces as they talked about everything and nothing. Their conversations ranged from the deeper things, like where they grew up and went to school, to what was the best Seinfeld episode. Vanessa couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so much and felt so relaxed.

The only tense moment was when Chris finally asked the dreaded question, “So, what do you do for work?”

Vanessa sat back in her chair, cheeks flushed. This night was going so well. Now it was going to be ruined. She considered lying. Just telling him she was in the film industry. That could mean all sorts of things. And it wasn’t really lying. She did work with film and cameras. But that wouldn’t be fair. It would be starting off with a lie and… she felt like there was something here. A spark. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. Chris was not the kind of guy she usually went out with, but that was also a good thing. She was tired of all those other men. They always seemed so full of themselves. Chris was listening to her. His eyes were on hers. Not once had he ogled her. That was equal parts refreshing and frustrating. For the first time, she honestly wanted someone to look at her with desire.

“Um…” She took a deep breath and slipped his blazer off her shoulders, carefully folding it and placing it in her lap. “I uh… well, I’m…” The truth. She had to tell the truth. Even if it meant this night was over and the first decent date she’d had in years was ruined. “I work in porn.” Her stomach churned and she looked away nervously, putting his blazer on the table, ready to leave.

“Porn?” Chris looked at her curiously. “Like… you sell it? Or…”

She shook her head. “I’m in it. My stage name is Sara Wills.” The silence from across the table was deafening. Silence was better than abject disgust. But it didn’t tell her what he was thinking, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

“Oh…” He paused for a minute. “So… does that… does that pay well?”

Vanessa stared, the look of complete and utter shock on her face reflected in the glass of the candle holder.

Chris was looking at her from across the table, hands fiddling nervously with his napkin. “Sorry. Is that too personal? I mean, at the store I make a decent enough living, ya know, but I’m sure Porn probably pays more?” The actual innocence in his words and expression made Vanessa’s heart flutter.

Before she could even think about it, she was laughing. Loud and hysterically. She clutched her stomach and tears started leaking down her cheeks.

“Guess that means it doesn’t pay much, huh.” He smiled, and it was the cutest thing she’d ever seen. It squeezed her heart.

“You…are the…sweetest…man I’ve ever met.” Vanessa whipped her tears away with her napkin, trying to catch her breath. When she could properly breathe again, she gathered up his blazer and held it close to her chest. “Would you like to go somewhere for dessert? I know this place, it's just a couple blocks…”

“Are you talking about Sweet Tooth?” Chris’s smile widened.

“Yeah. You know it?” She clutched his blazer tighter to her chest. The feeling of being young again, of having a crush, of being seen by the cute boy in class was washing over her in waves.

“Yeah. Actually… so like my store is just a few blocks down. Sweet Tooth is right in the middle from here to there. I go there almost every day for a milkshake. It’s a wonder I haven’t gotten some love handles.” He was chuckling, and it just made his face all the brighter.

“Really? I’d love to see the store… I mean, if it’s okay…” Vanessa ventured, looking at Chris with the most subtle come hither look she could manage.

“I mean… would you actually be interested in that kind of nerdy stuff?” He looked embarrassed, scratching at his ear nervously and avoiding eye contact.

Vanessa reached over and put her hand on his. “I’d really like to see. But let’s get some ice cream on the way.” Her grin was wide and excited.

“Sure.” Chris tentatively turned over his hand so their palms touched. There was an electricity to the gentle touch. Vanessa kept feeling a flutter in her chest and stomach. It was stupid to be feeling this way so quickly, but she knew people back in college that found their forever person in line at the cafeteria. Maybe she could meet her’s during a blind date?

They left the cafe, not realizing that it had actually closed nearly a half hour ago, but the manager had let them stay when he’d seen them so cozy together. That made Vanessa blush more deeply than she ever thought possible. Chris helped put his blazer back on her shoulders as they walked out into the damp evening. The storm had cleared, and the air was cool, but not so bad that they couldn’t walk the two blocks to Sweet Tooth, a small narrow dessert store that sold all sorts of old-fashioned sweets and milkshakes and ice cream.

Vanessa got a cone of pistachio and Chris got butter brickle. As they walked down the sidewalk towards his store, they ended up sharing. Chris tipped his up to her, and she took a quick bite, getting some on her nose. They laughed as she wiped it off with a finger and then offered him a taste of hers, deliberately pushing it into his nose, making him gasp at the cold. The store was only a couple more blocks away from Sweet Tooth and before she knew it they were standing in front of large windows that were decorated with all sorts of superhero decals, posters of various video games and movies, and even a full statue of the Green Power Ranger.

“That cost me way too much. But it was worth it.” Chris said, taking out his keys and unlocking the door.

“I was more partial to the White Ranger personally.” Vanessa said, stepping into the dark store when Chris opened it for her.

The store was larger than she’d thought, with the walls lined with shelves that were chock-full of board games and puzzles and collectables. Near the front there were a few small tables set up that Chris said were for gaming, like Magic The Gathering or Yu-Gi-Oh or Pokemon. He always let kids come in and play, borrowing some deck he kept especially for loaning out. Turning on a few lights, he ushered Vanessa around, showing her the other shelves filled with retro games and game systems for sale for outlandish prices.

“They may be expensive. But the real hardcore collectors and gamers will pay out the nose in a heartbeat.” Chris was chuckling. “I try to keep my prices competitive, though. There’s enough price gougers out there. Don’t want to get a bad rap for my store.”

He showed her a row of old televisions he had some game systems hooked up to that allowed people to try out the games before they bought them. Some of the things he got were used or from wholesale or liquidation or even old storage lockers that were being emptied, so it was only natural that he should check them out and let the customer confirm what they were buying actually worked.

There were racks of comics. Shelves full of sci-fi, fantasy, romantasy, manga, and graphic novels. The place was packed to the gills with everything you’d ever want or expect to see in a gaming store. It was so nerdy… and Vanessa found herself loving it. It wasn’t like she didn’t like some of these things. She liked video games as much as the next person. Read her share of romance and fantasy books, though she’d been a bit too busy lately to really relax and enjoy. But she’d never thought she’d come into a store that was bursting at the seams with geek paraphernalia and feel warm and cozy. Then again, maybe it was the company.

She followed Chris around as he talked about everything. The pride in his voice and on his face was adorable. He really cared about the work he was doing. In a way Vanessa did too, though she was sure most people wouldn’t consider porn something of value to be proud of. But she’d grown and come to her own conclusions on that front.

Finally, he led her to the back of the store and unlocked a door leading to the back room.

“Is this where you lure me in and kidnap me? Do horrible things to me?” Vanessa chuckled, following him into the back room as Chris flipped on the bright overhead lights.

“Wh…what? No! No way I’d never…” Chris was stammering and looking ever more nervous.

Vanessa put a hand on his arm and squeezed lightly. “Hey. Just kidding.” She winked at him and gave his bicep another squeeze, noting that he had a bit of muscle. And when she finally looked around the room, she could understand why. There were tons of boxes filled with books and games and other merchandise. They were all easily fifty or more pounds and from what Vanessa had learned about his business, he was mostly a one man show. He had a couple of employees that came in throughout the week, but otherwise he did all the work himself. 

“It’s the control freak in me.” He told her as he showed her a shelf in the deep back part of the room that held lots of rare and exclusive items he only sold online to private collectors or for auctions. She was continually impressed by the prices and how well he seemed to run his business.

“This is really amazing, Chris.” She meant it. As nerdy as it all was, it was clear Chris was a good businessman and owner.

He blushed and looked away, embarrassed. “Thanks.” He mumbled. “So… you work in Porn. Is that as exciting as it sounds or is it more boring? Acting? Uh…” Chris let out a breath. “Sorry, I’m not sure what to ask.”

Vanessa smiled. “It’s okay. I know my job’s not typically something people talk about. And the obvious questions… ya know, the more rude ones, can be pretty uncomfortable.”

“That’s the last thing I want to do. I…” Chris hesitated, then looked back at her. “I’m not going to judge you for what you do for a living. I mean, maybe I don’t get it… but that’s on me, not you. And you shouldn’t have to feel like you need my approval for you to do something you enjoy… at least… I assume you enjoy it? This isn’t some sort of sad story, is it?” He was looking nervous, but also ready to jump to Vanessa’s side and comfort her if she started to cry.

She shook her head. “Nope. No sob story. After college, I did some modeling work, and it sort of just led into it. I wasn’t manipulated or anything like that. It’s all on the up and up. The company I work for, Deep Desires, is a good and fair company. Everyone’s treated well. And yes. I enjoy it. I like sex.” She shrugged. “Is that so wrong? And yeah, most of it is acting to some degree. I’m not some sex addict or anything. It’s a job just like any other. I clock in and out. Do my work. And then I’m gone.”

Chris bit at his lip thoughtfully for a minute, then looked back at her. “In and out, huh?”

Vanessa cracked up again and this time Chris laughed with her. She stumbled forward and Chris reached out, taking her arm to steady her. When they both straightened again, still chuckling and smiling… she couldn’t help it, Vanessa leaned close, hand on Chris’s cheek, feeling just the tiniest bit of stubble, and let her lips touch his.

They stood close, still, the soft touching of lips lingering together. She smelled the ice cream on his breath. The warmth from his skin as they touched. It was strange having to lean down, she was much more used to being the shorter one in the relationship…

Relationship. Did she think that’s what this was? What it could be?

Their lips parted, skin sticking slightly as they moved back and looked into each other’s eyes. She swallowed a lump in her throat, trying to think of something to say.

“Wow.” Chris muttered and his cheeks went red. “Um… wow.” He let out a strained chuckle. “I… I didn’t expect… um… I guess that means you’re having a good time? Because I was going to ask you if you maybe wanted to see each other again.”

Vanessa felt her own cheeks heat up. “Well…” She looked around the storeroom. Thought about how they’d been talking and laughing and how it just felt good. Felt right. Fun. And he wasn’t judging her. He had looked into her eyes all night. Even now, he wasn’t ogling her chest or anything. He wasn’t even trying to get her into bed just because she was a porn star. So many people thought that because you were in the sex industry, you ‘put out’ on the first date or just because they asked. It was this strange sort of entitlement these people had. Seeing her on screen doing all sorts of things seemed to make them think they deserved that treatment and privilege too.

But Chris was looking at her like that shy boy you meet in a bookstore or some other quiet place. He was earnest and sweet. And he didn’t expect anything. He was just hoping for a second date. Even after they’d kissed, he wasn’t trying to rush. Chris was adorable.

“I’d love to go out again…” She licked her lips, tasting the aftereffects of their kiss. “But… maybe we don’t have to end the night just yet?”

Chris scratched at his neck, eyes darting around the storeroom as he thought. “Well… maybe we could have some tea, or coffee, I mean if you drink coffee at…” He looked at his watch. “Geez, it’s almost eleven. Do you have to be up for work tomorrow?”

Vaness stepped a little closer. “Nope.”

He swallowed nervously. “Um… then would you maybe like to come up to my apartment?”

“Your apartment?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Oh. Yeah. I live in the studio upstairs. Over the shop.”

Vanessa grinned. “I’d love to come up.”

— —

They never got to the coffee or the tea. Chris barely got the lights on when they walked up the back stairway leading to the studio apartment, when Vanessa let the door shut, stepped up to Chris and kissed him again.

This time, he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. His hands tentatively grasped her waist. They didn’t rush. They let the kiss marinate. Softly pressing against each other, breathing each other in. Vanessa’s lips opened enough for her tongue to flick out and touch his, making him suck in a sudden breath through his nose. His hands tightened along her waist and brought her closer.

Lips moved along each other, moving their heads to different angles as they slowly explored. She could tell Chris wasn’t terribly experienced, but he still had some skill and just raw talent. Or… maybe it was just because she liked him. And kissing him felt good. Right.

Vanessa let her hands move along Chris’s chest, over his shirt, feeling the body beneath. She’d been with her fair share of different kinds of men. Big bodybuilders. Ripped. Fat. Husky. But really, she’d never been with just an average guy. The feel of Chris’s chest was solid, and she felt muscle, but it wasn’t super defined. He was just simple and smooth. She started to undo his buttons.

“Uh…” Chris breathed, breaking their kiss. “I… um, listen, you…we don’t have to… I know your job… I’m not expecting anything, I guess, is what I’m trying to say.”

Vanessa moved back enough to look Chris in the eyes. Hands still on his third button. “And that’s all the more reason I want to.” She whispered and came back close, kissing him a bit harder, deeper. Her fingers moved faster, unbuttoning his shirt. Chris’s hands started doing the same, though his fingers were more clumsy, trembling, fumbling with the first button while Vanessa had already gotten to the last and was pushing his shirt off.

“S…sorry I’m not…uh…this is a bit new.” Chris stammered, still fumbling.

Reaching up, Vanessa clasped his hands in hers, smiling warmly. “It’s okay.” She started to guide him, undoing one button at a time, revealing the lace green bra she’d worn, her chest presented nicely as her blouse fell away.

“Oh…wow…” Chris muttered again and Vanessa giggled.

“I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me and said wow like that before.” She said, slipping the blouse off and letting it fall to the floor.

“What? How could they not?” Chris looked completely taken aback by her statement.

Vanessa’s heart was hammering now. Heat rising in her cheeks and chest and between her legs like never before. She was on her knees in a flash, unbuckling Chris’s belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

“I…um…are you sure?” He stammered.

She looked back up at him with a cheshire grin. “Stop trying to talk me out of it, Chris. I want to.” She was pulling his jeans down, revealing his Pac Man boxer briefs, and she let out a snort.

Chris blushed, embarrassed.

“I like them.” Vanessa said and began to make the sound that Pac Man did when he was going through his maze - waka waka waka - until she put her teeth on his waistband and pulled the briefs down to let his hardening cock free.

He couldn’t help laughing and neither could Vanessa, even as his cock was waving in front of her. It was a decent size, a nice thickness. It was average. Typical. And it was smooth, and she desperately wanted to taste it. As she laughed, she took his shaft in her hand and that made him abruptly stop his chuckling and let out a gasp of pleasure.

She started slowly stroking it, feeling its heat and weight. Then she moved it to her lips and let her mouth move over the head, taking it in and looking up at Chris, who was staring in utter disbelief. He didn’t expect this. Didn’t think he deserved it. She could see it in his eyes, in his expression. And she wanted to make that self deception go away and never come back.

Vanessa moved, taking in inch after inch. He wasn’t the largest she’d taken into her throat, but he was the first one she really wanted to please. Chris groaned, watching her, hands dangling at his sides, unsure what to do with them as she began letting her lips grip him. Going down all the way to the root and pressing her nose against him as he was completely in her throat. She moved with all the expertise she had, but didn’t try to do anything fancy. Just slowly moved up and down, letting her tongue drag along his length. Every few strokes she’d move off of him and kiss around his head, his shaft, suck at his balls and then go back to taking him into her throat.

For a while that’s where they stood, at the door, as she was on her knees, her blouse gone and her breasts presented in her lace bra bouncing along with her movements as she pulled her hair back into a ponytail and continued sucking Chris’s cock.

She was surprised at his stamina. Honestly, she’d have expected him to blow his load pretty quickly, but though he was groaning loudly and breathing hard, he didn’t seem to be struggling to keep control. After a bit,t she took her mouth off of him, still stroking and looked up at him. “Wanna show me where your bed is?”

He looked down in a bit of a haze and then he flashed that cute and innocent smile. The nervous one. In fact, Vanessa thought he was always nervous, he just was good at hiding it. Reaching down, he helped her to her feet and led her away from the door.

The studio was decently large and open. A large kitchen area to her left and an open living area to her right, and a bathroom beyond that. Directly ahead, against large windows that had filters over the panes, was a nice queen sized bed with dark blue sheets.

Vanessa quickly went and let herself flop onto the bed with a giggle and looked up at Chris, her feet hanging off the edge of the bed. “Mind helping me?” She asked, starting to unbutton her pants.

“Oh…uh sure.” He came close, cock bobbing and started to pull down her jeans, shimmying them over her hips and down till she was able to kick them off.

She spread her legs, hand going to her mound that was pressed tightly in her panties, moving slowly over it. “Think this date’s going well?” She asked teasingly as Chris stood there staring down at her with wonder and pure awe.

“I…um…I think this is the best date I’ve ever had.” He was grinning like a kid who just got everything he’d asked for, for Christmas.

Vanessa laughed and reached down, pulling her panties off and letting them fall to the floor. She motioned for Chris to come forward, stepping between her legs, his eyes on her puffy, smooth mound.

“I, uh… um, I think I have some condoms in the…” Chris started to stammer.

She shook her head. “It’s okay… I’m clean. I get tested every month. And I’ve got an IUD.” Leaning up, she caressed her hand along his cock, and then gripped it gently and pulled him closer, aiming his tip towards her mound.

Chris seemed in such utter shock, he just let Vanessa guide him until he was pressing against her warm, soft skin. They both let out soft moans. She let go of his cock and lay back, looking up at Chris as he continued to stare down between her legs, hands going to her thighs and gripping them to steady himself, and then steadily began to sink himself inside her.

Vanessa watched. She was all too familiar with the view of a cock sliding into her, but this seemed different. There were no cameras. No showing off. Chris was going slow because he was watching and admiring. He was also timid and shy and it was clear he didn’t want to hurt her or ruin this moment.

Her breaths came in smooth and deep as his cock slid deeper and deeper until, with a soft grunt, Chris was all inside, his balls pressed to her ass. He moved his hands along her thighs, to her hips and to her stomach. “God, Vanessa…oh my god, you feel good.” 

She let out a satisfied moan. Chris felt good inside her. A nice comfortable fit. After what she’d gone through this afternoon, having Chris inside her was perfect. He started to move slowly. Out, then in. Out, then in. Gliding into her. Lips rubbing along his length and stimulating them both in pure pleasure.

They moved in a slow rhythm. Vanessa simply laying back, her breasts bouncing in her bra, her thighs softly slapping against Chris’s. Their union was tight and warm and slick. Soon Vanessa was reaching down gently, rubbing her clit as he continued his slow motions, like waves lapping against a sunlit beach.

“Yes.” she whispered. “Yes. Chris… please…just like that.” 

His eyes met hers, and he nodded when she spoke. Moving steadily. His cock head rubbing precisely against her g-spot. Rubbing along the nerves inside her, making her groan, writhing slightly on the bed as he continued.

“Ohhhh god Chris…” she breathed. “Please… there…right there…”

Chris thrust a little harder right where she was directing him to and she arched her back, one of her breasts slipping free of the bra exposing her hard pink nipple.

“Vanessa…” Chris groaned. “Vanessa, I…” Now she could see the strain on his face. The mounting pleasure and eventual explosion that was inevitable. 

She reached up for him and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “It’s…okay…” she panted into his mouth. “Cum. Please. Please, I want it.” She was desperate for it. This date… this night… It was the best in such a long, long time. And Chris really was the sweetest man she’d ever met. She wanted to know more. To know everything about him. But for now… she just wanted to feel him, feel all of him.

Chris started to groan, thrusting more firmly inside her. Hips slapping against her thighs and his breath coming in sharp pants. “God… oh god… fuck.” He moaned and then Vanessa felt it. His skin broke out in goosebumps. His muscles tightened. His thrust was hard and deep, and she could feel him pulsing and then shooting his semen inside.

“Yes!” Just that warm feeling inside made her orgasm rush over her. It wasn’t like the ones she got sometimes during a shoot. This was smooth, luxurious. It made every part of her tingle and shiver and she kissed Chris on the mouth deeper as he pumped thick ropes inside her.

Somehow they moved up onto the bed, Chris on top of her. They continued kissing. His cock was still hard and inside her. Cum was dripping down out of her along her ass. She wrapped her arms around him and he clung to her. After a moment of simply being inside her, Chris started to fuck again. Thrusting a bit more wildly and deeply. 

Vanessa grabbed his hair, fingers tangling in it. “Yes. Yes. Please Chris. Oh, my god, do it again. Please. Please tell me you can do it again.”

Chris was groaning. His whole body shaking as he continued thrusting into her, the bed shaking. Surprisingly, it only took a few more minutes of the vigorous thrusting and kissing and Chris shot another load into her.

She lay back and pulled Chris with her as he pressed into her, spasming as he came again. Doing it so quickly in succession seemed to take a toll, making him shudder and stiffen. Her hands moved over his back, rubbing softly. She let her lips kiss along his neck and shoulder. Trying to soothe him as she felt his thick cum overflowing.

Time slipped by slowly as they lay in his bed, sweaty and spent and breathing slowly and deep, trying to slow their hearts. But Vanessa’s was still racing, and not from the sex. The sex had been amazing. Simple. Slow. Something she wasn’t used to, considering all the things she had to do at work. She let her fingers move through Chris’s sweaty hair, holding him tight.

Soon she felt Chris’s rhythmic breathing. He was asleep. Her own eyes were getting heavy. With a soft kiss to Chris’s cheek, she snuggled down into his sheets, keeping herself wrapped up with him, and decided in her cloudy, sleepy, satisfied mind that she was never going to let him go.