The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  “No... I just like fucking...”

  A pause from the cameraman, and then a laugh. “Well, okay, I see... That's always a good thing when you're doing something like this... Is there... Something specific about wanting to do it on film that drew you in? Like a fetish or something?”

  “Sure is, chief.”

  “Oh? Care to tell me a little bit about that? What turns you on about it?”

  “Well, see, I had this idea a while back. I was thinking I didn't get out enough, and I was afraid of letting my best years pass me by...” At this point, I didn't realize, I brushed my hair girlishly back behind my ears. “...So, I came up with this list of sexual challenges to myself called the Fuck-It List, and this was one of them.”

  Another pause, and then a chuckle. “Well, that's very interesting. That's not the type of story we usually get from girls that do this.” I smiled smugly at him, as though to say, Yup, I am aware of this. “So, I'm curious now, what have been some of the other things you've done so far?”

  “Welllll, lemme think...” I looked into the middle distance, and began to rattle off the now familiar list on my fingers. “Let's see, I started out by trying out anal sex for the first time... Then, I wanted to try sex in a public place and I did it in a park bathroom... Ummm... After that I had my first girl on girl experience, which I definitely enjoyed...” My eyes bulged fucking huge at the word definitely, as thoughts of Olivia swirled through my head. “...Then, let's see... Oh, I took a big black cock up my asshole... Ummmm... I screwed a married guy... I did my first double penetration, which was God fucking damn amazing, annnnnnnd, now I'm here to screw you on camera!” I ended with a ridiculous chipper note in my voice, and I can remember Mark's stunned expression after I finished listing everything, the poor bastard blinking hard, trying to process all that I'd told him. Finally, he laughed.

  “Well, then... You sure sound like the type of girl we're looking for!”

  “Well, I thought so,” I grinned.

  And with that, the starter's pistol had fired, and the two of us were off.

  I took a massive handful of chips as the scene faded, and crunched them to bits in my mouth as the transition finished up.

  I was down on my knees without any further preamble, staring fawn-eyed up into the camera, the lights twinkling in my eyes as I bobbed my head, around and around and around, and around, sucking on Mark's erect penis. I was still fully clothed, though Mark was down to his birthday suit, and I noticed that it did something strange to our dynamic, though I'm not exactly sure what. He might have been the naked and vulnerable one, but I was the one getting throat fucked, so who had the power over who?

  In the span of an instant, I made several astute observations about myself in the act of pornographic fellatio. For one thing, I was working my entire fucking body into the motions of sucking on Mark's cock. It wasn't just my face pumping around on him, but about every bone in my body getting into it, rocking forward on my knees, balancing myself somewhat with my arms as I gyrated, churning around and around and around with my breasts bouncing in the stripey white blouse down below.

  Number two, I noticed the fact that I gave incredibly noisy blowjobs, like far noisier than I thought I might have given. Each thrust of my face into Mark's body produced a loud, suctioned, squelching sound, gurgling up deep from my throat with each plummet into my gullet, and diminishing as the suction built up around him with his near-extrication, in and out and in and out and in and out, “GLUG, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG...”

  And number three- God damn me, I couldn't help but notice that my deep-throating wasn't nearly as deep as I had originally thought it was... I thought I was sucking him like, down to the base of his fucking shaft, but now that I was actually seeing myself, I was getting to maybe the three-fourths mark along the length of his cock, sometimes only to the halfway point... It occurred to me, then, that I'd probably given all my blowjobs this way, and that, furthermore, watching yourself screwing in a porno was like analyzing a replay of a sports game. You could see every tiny thing you did right or wrong, search for ways to improve your future game, and break everything down to its most intricate parts to understand what was good, and what needed some fixin'.

  But, for the time being, I decided not to be too hard on myself, given that this was my first ever on-screen fuck, and at any rate I would get far more enjoyment out of it if I just let myself take in the beauty of watching myself fornicate from a third-person perspective.

  And Christ, I really was beginning to get caught up in the viewing.

  I mean, fuck the chips I was eating, I was actually starting to get pretty damn horny watching myself onscreen. The writhing of my body, the sounds pushing out from my lips, the way I would work my hand in there after every few bobs and masturbate him, pumping the skin of his shaft up and down before continuing to rock my entire upper body into his pelvis. Occasionally, Mark would reach down from offscreen and run his fingers through my hair, pushing it to the sides of my head, savoring the silky sheen. And for some reason that got me wetter between the thighs as anything, and I decided I was in no mood to continue watching this in my clothes.

  I paused the video, and scrambled up off the bed, setting the bowl of chips on my bedside stand, and peeling my blouse up off of me. I wriggled out of my skirt, tugging it down along my thighs, to my knees, down to around my ankles, and kicking it to the side. I slipped out of my bra, feeling my titties, warm and soft and silky in my grip, then I slid back down, peeling off my panties finally, and hopping back into the bed. I grabbed a pillow from up above and put it beneath my boobs, and then pulled a blanket overtop of myself, giving me some additional heat in order to work up a sweat while I watched.

  Then, I unpaused the video.

  This was, of course, the natural way to watch porn, even if it was of yourself, and I suddenly felt a bit like that Narcissus character who fell in love with his own reflection or some shit and turned into a flower. But fuck it, seeing yourself boinking a man on camera is about as steamy of an ego boost as you can hope for in life, and I refused to feel bad about the enjoyment it was giving me.

  The camera faded briefly to a side view of my continued blowjob, and I recalled suddenly that there was indeed a second cameraman whom I had not fucked, but was there to take over for the non-perspective shots.

  Let's be honest, I'd been pretty damn occupied to observe all of the minute details such as these.

  And again, the scene faded, and now we were up to the really good shit.

  I reached down, down, down, below the covers, and put my hand between my thighs, feeling the warm, wet meat of my pussy, letting the flowery lips of my twat melt through my fingers, masturbating myself to the imagery onscreen, getting me hotter and hotter and hotter by the minute.

  Now, I was as naked as Mark, and straddling him on the bed. The camera was up above us in a point of view that wasn't quite a total bird's eye, like not directly overhead, but slightly off to the side. I was straddling Mark in a cowgirl position, my body writhing on top of him, grinding, pumping, pushing, working my stuff, and my pretty little titties bouncing like mad across my chest as I hopped and bopped and moaned, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...”

  Now my self-critiquing was really coming to a head, as every mild imperfection of my nude body was presented to me in startling high definition. However, it didn't seem as bad as it could have been. My tits were smooth and round, the nipples positively perky as they jostled around my chest with the motions of my bumping and grinding. My hair glimmered with an exquisite sheen as it swayed across my shoulders, flashing beautifully at the camera, no complaints there...

  One thing I noticed immediately, however, was that I seemed to have an incredibly obvious series of tan lines, my tits white as snow as well as significant portions of my ass and my GPA (general pussy area,) compared to the dark, caramel, glazed tan color of the rest of my body. The effect, I decided, wasn't an entirely bad thing, and in fact I think it added a little bit to the sex
iness of it, in a way I'm not totally sure how to articulate upon. Liiiiiike, ummmmm... Maybe it made me seem more like a real, honest to God woman or something? Who'd actually just come in off the street and decided on a whim to do porn, and had the tan lines to prove it? I guess that sorta kinda made sense. But at any rate, I decided that shouldn't necessarily qualify as a flaw, so much as a quirk perhaps, and a damn sexy one at that.

  In fact, the only thing I could really point out, other than the continued weirdness of watching yourself fuck onscreen and feeling acutely self-conscious about it, was the fact that my body seemed covered in inexplicable and unremembered bruises here and there. Like, every now and then the camera man would circle around the bed as we fucked, and I'd see a big dark welt across the curvature of one my butt cheeks, and I had no fucking clue how the hell it got there. It wasn't there now, as I'd checked myself in the mirror after I finished watching the video to make sure. And I didn't recall sitting on any fucking rocks or anything prior to recording, so I wasn't exactly sure where a bruise like that might have come from...

  But, comparing this to my experience with researching casting porn, this didn't seem to be especially unusual. I'd watched dozens of girls bouncing up and down on penises who were, for the most part, absolute fucking bombshells, but then when they got undressed they would have these unexpected little imperfections on their bodies, like, I dunno... Big fucking pimples between their butt-cheeks, or welts on their thighs, or any such miscellaneous peculiarities. And I think what it was was that I was comparing porn nudity to Hollywood nudity, and porn beautiful people to Hollywood beautiful people. In the porn industry, there wasn't quite the same care for detail and the necessary concealment of every miniscule flaw, or at least not in the kind I was doing. People just wanted to see pretty girls fucking, plain and simple. There was no time to spend hours on end getting made up to conceal every last little thing, it was kind of just touch and go, if you will. Well, not completely, but to some degree.

  So anyway, yeah, I managed to stop thinking about these little picky details pretty quickly as the moans began to pour from video me's throat, and as my tits bounced wildly, and as real me's fingers dug deeper and deeper and deeper into her pussy, and the sensations started crackling, and my vaginal fluids flowed wetter and wetter and wetter...

  Ohhhhhhh, fuck yes...

  The camera faded again, and I watched myself straddling Mark in a reverse cowgirl style, arching my back so that my pussy jutted toward the camera as it slid up and down along his cock, looking extremely damn sexy. My head was reared back and my hands were to my sides supporting myself against his chest, my boobies bouncing around like they didn't have a fucking care in the world, my expression one of being lost in the exquisite moment, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...

  “OHHHHHHHH, GODDDDDDD,” I was moaning, on camera, and I honestly think I was swept up in the magic of sex, not just acting poorly, bouncing and bouncing and bouncing up and down on that cock like an old pro, his hands on my waist, slamming me deeper and deeper and deeper into himself, our genitals smacking loudly together with their wetness, their fleshy softness, and God oh God almighty, I was just so goddamn good at fucking!

  I screamed and screamed and screamed onscreen, and the real life me began to whimper in response, my gash burning as my fingers rubbed faster and faster and faster to the rhythm of such exquisite visual accompaniment, like kindling up a pleasant little fire in my pussy, and God oh God oh God yes, now I was twiddling with the tender little button of my clitoris, causing the sensations to bloom through my body in white hot waves of pleasure...

  Things were getting intense now.

  I was pinned down onto the bed, my spine arched, my tits pooling underneath my body as he pushed down on the small of my back, plowing into me like a fucking maniac, my legs splayed around either side of him, his pelvis pumping, pumping, pumping, pumping, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM! My tits were bouncing around insanely on my chest, my hair was flickering through the air with the force of his thrusts, my ass jiggled with the collision of his body into mine, our genitals smacking loudly together, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, faster and faster and faster and faster...

  The bed was creaking insanely beneath our fucking weight, the springs screaming, threatening to collapse beneath us, the moans flowing from my mouth in loud, whiny torrents, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...” I could easily identify the point where the acting ended and the utter consumption of pleasure took over, my cries of passion becoming more organic, deeper, more insanely fluid, my profanities dissolving into a long, howling groan, “OHHHHHHHHHHH...”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, my pussy was getting hotter and hotter and hotter with the frenetic increase in pacing as I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, burning myself up to an intense fire, the pleasure radiating through my pelvis in a warm, intangible sting of delight, oh yes, oh yes, oh God, oh God, oh Christ, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh goddamn...

  KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP, KLAP!

  Now, in addition to the meaty slapping together of our genitals, the supersonic crack of flat palm on jiggling ass resounded onscreen, again and again and again. “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” I moaned as he spanked me to a red, jiggling pulp, my sweat-soaked ass raw and tender, as he continued plowing into me. Then God, help me, he reached up, gripped his fingers tight around my throat, constricting my airways, making me lightheaded as he pumped and pumped and fucked and fucked and fucked, and-

  -And I fucking came like a motherfucker...

  Both onscreen and in reality, as I recalled the pleasure that had coursed through me in that moment, as he'd plowed his cock so deep into my body on camera that I thought you'd be able to see it poking out through my open, wailing mouth. The explosion of climax shimmered through my sweat-stained body, convulsing, my limbs twitching, my toes curling, my fingers digging into the soaking wet sheets, my moans of pleasure echoing those seeping from the speakers of my rapidly heating laptop, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes...”

  And gently, very gently, I drifted back down from the heavens of orgasm, my vision blurring, my eyelids fluttering as I tried to regain focus on the screen, my mouth incredibly dry as I realized I'd had my mouth open through the entire ring of climax, and my vision only very slowly falling back out of abstraction.

  The scene faded one final time.

  I was back on my knees once more, with the notable exception that I was far nuder than I was at the beginning of the clip, my tits bouncing as I worked my entire body into my blowjob in that way of mine. I gazed transfixed at the motion of Mark's penis dissolving into my open lips like a fucking lollipop, the gleam of my saliva staining his erection as I rocked and rocked and rocked, and he grabbed onto my titty for support as I continued to suck him, the flesh collapsing like a water balloon in his grip, much to my visual delight.

  He pulled out, and let go of my boob, now focusing all of his efforts on jerking himself off in the direction of my face. I opened my mouth wide in preparation, staring fawn-eyed up into the camera, waiting waiting waiting for the salty, gnarly touch-down of semen, in five, four, three, two, one...

  WHAM, WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!

  He shot more cream across my face than an Amishman churns in a given year, spurt after spurt after spurt of the hot, sticky lava, shooting it across my cheeks, my nose, spraying it across my eyelashes so that I could no longer open my eyes, and only getting a small portion of the gnarly stuff into my open mouth.

  And that was that.

  “God, that's so hot,” said Mark from off camera, watching me stick my tongue out, and then he laughed, adding, “Can you swallow that for me? And, uh, you might not want to open your eyes, ha ha.”

  I swallowed on command, taking a great big fucking gulp, and then sticking my tongue out once more for the camera, at which point the video froze, and ended.

  And so went the events of my very first ever porn shoot.

  I laid there beneath the blankets for a lon
g, long moment, staring blankly at the pop-up ad of anime chicks grinding their pussies together that had replaced my nine minute and fifty-three second video, shivering in the puddle of my own miscellaneous fluids.

  I sighed contentedly, deciding that overall I was glad that I'd made myself go through with it.

  My parents would be sooooooo fucking proud.

  TO BE CONTINUED....

  My Bucket List Series- Deidra’s Dungeon

  Chapter 1

  I had been a very, very, very bad girl lately, and I was in desperate need of someone to punish me for my many carnal sins...

  The days since my first ever pornographic film shoot had been some of the longest and veiniest... I mean... Slowest I had ever had in my entire fucking life. An immense anxiety had clouded up around me since the day of my fabric-free debut on the boundary-less universe of the world wide web, and it had led to me becoming quite paranoid about the idea of having been found out by my friends or family members, or, God help me, by my employers or co-workers.

  See, if you're just tuning in at this point for some strange as hell reason on the eighth of ten installments of this series, I'd spent maybe the last month or so gradually jacking off... I mean, checking off items from what I liked to call, trademark pending, my Fuck-It List. It's a story you should probably know by now, about how I felt like my life was slipping away through my fingers during the prime of my youth, and I felt as though the time had cum... Come for me to do something about it (see, you can tell by this point how goddamn perverted this near-endless screwing has gotten me, can't you?)

  My initial realization was the fact that I spent long, unfulfilling days at the office, staring dead-eyed at a calendar of unfunny cartoons and meaningless paperwork, suffering amidst an office full of fat fuckers who did nothing but eat because that was the only thing they had to bring them any enjoyment out of life. And like, I'm not a person to judge others on appearance per se, but there's a certain mindset to that particular kind of lifestyle that I just couldn't stand to allow myself to fall into. Like, I didn't want to end up forty and the size of the world's largest pumpkin, unable to get laid and with a house full of maybe a hundred fucking cats or so. But like, that's the direction it seemed like my life was headed in. I was working, working, working, coming home to an empty bed at night, streaming shitty TV shows on my laptop, and never getting screwed.