by Viva Jones
Thankful that the darkness was able to hide me, I stared at him; memorising every minute detail. His hair was in cornrows. His skin was a delicious white chocolate colour. His jeans and hoodie were baggy. I longed to know what was hidden underneath.
My heart raced and my stomach knotted when he sat down next to me. Good god, he was gorgeous! And young. Which suited me just fine. I like ’em young.
‘Hi,’ he smiled. His voice dripped with the highness of youth and his eyes still had that innocent sparkle that only the young are rewarded with.
‘Hello,’ I responded needing to work overtime to breathe evenly and keep my voice calm.
‘Do you do this a lot?’ He asked. ‘Acting I mean,’ he added quickly making me smile at how cute he was.
‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘I’ve been doing this for ten years. Since I was 25.’
As soon as I said that I kicked myself. Why did I tell him my age? Even though I have a Master’s, when it comes to good-looking guys my IQ drops a thousand points.
I expected him to leave. No way would a guy as good looking as him, a guy who could have any woman he wanted, be interested in an older woman whose hair was beginning to lighten and who had to walk an extra mile and a half to keep the belly flat and firm.
‘You’re 35?’ He asked looking me up and down.
‘Yes,’ I sighed waiting for him to get up and leave.
‘You look good for your age,’ he complimented honestly catching me completely offguard.
‘Wh ... hy thank you,’ I blushed, face burning bright in the dark.
We were silent for several minutes. It felt like several lifetimes. My heart was going crazy. Even though we were outside I suddenly felt claustrophobic. The world was closing in on me making it harder and harder to breath.
‘How long have you been acting?’ I finally found my voice.
‘Actually this is the first thing I’ve ever done,’ he confessed with a laugh. ‘I’ve only been in LA two weeks. I didn’t even come out here for acting. I’m a break dancer.’
‘Wow!’ I exclaimed impressed. ‘The first thing you book is an international SAG commercial? Congratulations. And break dancing? Very impressive.’
‘Thank you,’ he blushed humbly. ‘Hey what’s your name?’
‘Natalie.’
‘That’s pretty,’ he smiled and I had to look away. His honey eyes were so deep I found myself drowning in them.
‘What’s yours?’ I finally asked when I remembered how to speak.
‘Agim.’
There was something about the exotic name that made my body tremble with innumerable erotic earthquakes. Maybe it was because his voice still had traces of a childish highness making him almost forbidden fruit. Maybe it was because his face was as innocent as a virgin’s – if he wasn’t I’d eat the make-up trailer – or maybe it’s because my pussy’s always gotten wet for foreign-looking guys.
‘Cool name,’ I said.
‘Thanks. My mum is Egyptian and my dad is Iraqi and Puerto Rican.’
What a yummy combo! I almost licked my lips.
‘Very nice,’ I commented voice lower than I intended.
Once again we were silent but there was enough unspoken between us to fill the encyclopaedia. Slowly a smile spread over Agim’s lips. He never took his eyes off me. Despite the night’s coolness I began to sweat. Fuck! I wanted him. I wanted him more than I’ve wanted any other man.
Agim winked and smiled slyly. He was a huge tease and a flirt! I wondered if he knew how crazy he was making me. Or maybe he could smell the lust on my damp pussy.
‘So,’ his beautiful voice made me shutter. I almost came right then.
‘So,’ I repeated before we both laughed.
‘Is this normal? Two a.m. calls?’ he asked.
‘Depends on the project but usually not. Actors are lazy,’ I joked. ‘Most of us don’t wake up ’til well after noon.’
He laughed. ‘You’re very funny,’ he complimented, voice barely a whisper as he rubbed my knee.
You’re hot I wanted to shriek as I imagined rubbing something of his. Something hard and, hopefully, long and thick.
‘Thanks,’ was what I said instead. I am a lady after all.
‘So what do we do?’ Agim asked.
‘Wait until they call us. Try to make the time go by. Some people read. Some sleep. Some sit and bitch. You just have to find some way to amuse yourself,’ I said raising my eyebrows suggestively and surprising myself. I usually was not that bold.
‘That shouldn’t be too hard to do,’ he promised. My breath caught when he took my arm and slowly laid it on his lap. ‘Especially with a cute playmate.’
Oh my god! I couldn’t believe this was happening to me! Had I accidentally walked on to a porno set? Of course I knew all about the casting couch and people fucking on sets but I never thought I’d get to experience that. And I never thought I’d actually contemplate fucking a guy I just met.
But I wanted to. I spent my whole life as the good girl. Never getting drunk. Never having one-night-stands. I had remained a virgin until I was 27. I wanted to let loose and go buck fucking wild with a hot guy. Sex. Nothing else. Strictly a physical thing.
We were still. Even through his baggy jeans I could tell Agim Jr was impressive. He was semi-hard and getting harder every second. I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand around it. Not to mention my mouth. My pussy.
‘You want to find someplace more private?’ He boldly suggested.
Did he even have to ask? Of course I did!
‘Sure,’ I replied calmly as if this sort of thing happened to me all the time though inside I was jumping up and down like a fool.
Holding my hand as if we were long-time lovers we discreetly snuck away, grinning at each other. Agim squeezed my hand tight, fingers gently caressing my knuckles as the darkness swallowed us. His skin was smooth as fine satin.
Our lips were locked, tongues flicking against each other when we found a secluded spot on the lot completely shrouded in night’s kiss. Agim’s body was pressed hard against mine and our hands explored each other with wild abandon.
Moaning into each other’s mouths he tore the blouse from my body. Ripping off my bra he attacked my tits. Rubbing and pinching one nipple he licked and bit the other. My back arched. Throwing my head back I moaned enjoying the sensations he sent through my body and still not completely believing this was really happening.
Agim’s lips kissed a little trail down my milky white stomach. The sensitive flesh tremored and I moaned as his tongue swirled around my navel. Gently the tip entered my navel and lightly licked it. High pitched groans spilled over my lips and my nails dug into his hoodie.
Smirking up at me he hiked my skirt up and within seconds his head got lost under the heavy wool fabric. My knees buckled and I wobbled drunkenly as he ate me out. I was still wearing my panties and let me tell you the feel of the soft lace mixed with Agim’s tongue made my pussy wetter than a river.
Slapping my ass, Agim slowly pulled my panties down. Stepping out of them I had to hold onto his broad shoulders as he gave me the tonguing of my life. His thick moist tongue slid easily in and out of my inviting pussy as he gently caressed and patted my ass.
Removing the skirt – it was wardrobe’s and I didn’t want any embarrassing questions to come up – I stood before him in just my heels and pantyhose. Agim stared at me. Looking me up and down, he smiled approvingly.
‘Take your shirt off,’ I said as I slowly massaged my clit.
He did what he was told and I couldn’t help but mouth a silent orgasmic wow. Boy was ripped to hell! His stomach was flat and it was obvious he kept his six-pack fully stocked. His pecs were hard. His nipples a delicious toffee colour. And he had just the right amount of hair to look masculine.
I walked over to him and kissed him deeply. My hands rested on his warm flesh. I felt his heart begin to race under my palm and that made me smile.
Getting to my knees I slowly, torturously, undid his belt
and slid his jeans off. He wore tight bright green briefs with little leprechauns and four-leaf clovers littered all over. Looking up at him, my eyebrows raised amusedly.
‘In honour of St Paddy’s Day,’ he answered chuckling.
‘You didn’t strike me as a brief man.’
‘Oh trust me, I’m not,’ he promised with a wink.
Smiling up at him I squeezed his hard bulge and laughed triumphantly as I felt it grow even bigger. Tenderly I kissed him through the cotton confines. Slowly I licked his bulge and gently bit it. Agim rose on his toes like a ballet dancer and moaned.
‘That feels good,’ he sighed.
Winking up at him I pulled down his briefs. If he liked that, just wait until he found out how good I could make him feel. His hard cock, free from its cotton prison, sprang up, hitting his stomach and resting just below his navel.
Licking my lips I unhinged my jaw like a serpent and swallowed that fat uncut monster whole. Gripping his firm round ass I sucked his cock. Little drops of sweet pre-come leaked out and dribbled down my throat.
Groaning, Agim held my head in place and fucked me vigorously. His full, smooth balls slapped my chin. The tip of his dick hit my tonsils as I deep-throated him. Good thing I don’t have a gag reflex.
‘Stand up,’ he groaned almost begging.
Hands still on my face he helped me up. We kissed deeply. His cock pulsed against my stomach.
A small surprised gasp spilled over my lips when he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the ground. Within seconds I was upside down and eyeballing his cock.
I was all set to gobble it down again but every time my lips were about to embrace it he would jerk my body just out of reach. He tortured me like this for several minutes before finally allowing me to partake of his cock’s deliciousness as he feasted on my pussy. My legs were spread wide as he greedily munched on my snatch like it was going out of style. My toes curled when he stuck his tongue so deep inside me I was sure my pussy was going to swallow his head. Holding onto his legs tight I sucked his dick faster as I felt it throb.
‘Not yet,’ he moaned setting me down. ‘This big thing is gonna come in you.’
Oh my god! If my pussy could have cheered he would have gotten a standing ovation. Agim was very skilled with his tongue. I couldn’t wait to see his dick skills. It was obvious he wasn’t a virgin. Guess I was gonna be chowin’ down on the make-up trailer later.
Turning me around Agim’s arms encircled me and drew me tight against him. His dick caressed my ass. Kissing my neck his hands explored my body. Squeezing my tits. Stroking my hair. My lips. My cheeks. Rubbing my pussy.
Bending over I braced myself against the wall and, closing my eyes, moaned in pleasure as Agim hit his cock against my pussy lips. My heart beat with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to feel him stretch out my pussy.
‘Help put me inside you,’ he whispered kissing my earlobe.
We both had a hold of his dick and slowly guided it into my moist, awaiting pussy. My mouth opened in a silent orgasmic ‘o’ and my legs trembled as he filled me up. We were still. Enjoying the feel of each other.
Agim’s hands were on my hips. His balls slammed against me as he pounded my pussy aggressively. He would pull almost completely out of me then slam his dick back into me. His hands massaged my back and neck. He kissed my neck. Moaning he fingered me as he fucked me faster. His palm rubbed my pussy. Even though he was young he knew how to fuck. Boy definitely was NOT a virgin! Thank god!
‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he whispered.
I did was I was told. As I wrapped my legs around his hips Agim took hold of my arms. I was completely off the ground. My eyes bugged out and I screamed out wildly as he was able to penetrate me deeper than any man had. His hips bucked wildly. He fucked me so hard that my high heels fell off!
‘You like that?’ He asked with a laugh as he fucked me even harder. ‘Huh? You like that big cock?’
‘Mmmmmm ... Mmmmmm ... I ... I ... LOVE ... IT!’ I cried out as I felt the first of many orgasms rip me apart.
‘Ride me,’ Agim whispered.
Laying down on the ground, Agim’s cock stood proudly at attention, glistening with my juices. Slowly I impaled myself on his massive tool and rode him like a champion horse rider. Agim never took his eyes off me as he stuck a finger inside me and teased my clit.
Rolling on top of me Agim ploughed into me. My legs were wrapped around him. I clung onto his back and kissed his shoulders. I felt his balls tighten. With a low grunt Agim’s hot come filled my pussy to overflowing as he cried out my name. Still deep inside me I felt a few more loads shoot into me. Damn! I guess it is true what they say. Young. Hung. And full of come.
‘How much you got in that thing?’ I joked. I had never been with a guy who came that much.
Agim merely chuckled and kissed me as he gave a few more thrusts and squirted inside me again. He was breathing hard. His chest rose and fell against mine. He was still buried balls deep in me and rock hard.
‘That was great, Natalie,’ he kissed me. His skin glistened with sweat in the fading moonlight.
Agim and I went a couple more rounds clothed in the darkness. Several people walked by us on their way to other soundstages but we weren’t caught.
It was a very long shoot. Every chance we got Agim and I snuck off to our spot to fuck. If fucking was an Olympic sport, Agim would always bring home the gold. If the dancing doesn’t work out for him he could be a huge porn star.
It was night when we got to the lot and it was night when we left. Agim invited me over to his apartment where we fucked until we passed out from exhaustion. I almost didn’t take this job but my agent insisted it would be good exposure and a great way to network. I am so glad I listened to her. I’m going to have to buy her a special present for being so insistent.
Cougar Catch
by Kaysee Renee Robichaud
Hildy lived for Playtime, so when the wide-eyed, not-quite-20-year-old boy sidled up to the bar and flashed his fake ID and ordered a Gray Goose and OJ, she said, ‘How do you feel about sex on the beach?’
It was a bold opening move, perhaps, but Hildy was getting no younger. The more she thought about Playtime, the more she realised that time was not on her side. She was already 46, and while she was still looking good and still possessed of that youthful energy, soon enough she would have to placate her sexual hungers with men her own age instead of slaking them with someone equally vital.
Of course, the danger to initiating Playtime was discovering if her last encounter was to be truly final, the lingering memory to see her through her golden years.
He was a good-looking kid, clean shaven, in a stylishly patterned white shirt unbuttoned enough to reveal a T-shirt beneath – a gawky-eyed, black and white face belonging to some band called Eraserhead. It was artist couture, the mark of a man with taste enough not to wear only a T-shirt and jeans. At Hildy’s question, the boy’s cheeks burned with embarrassment – so, at least this guy was not some hardnosed cruiser; his blush response rang as authentic – then when he saw the woman who had asked it – a stunner over twice his age, he blinked a few times and grinned the grin of the perpetually amazed.
When his eyes ran over her, Hildy sat a little straighter. As with any night she visited the tropical & gangster themed Larry’s Gin Joint, she was dressed to impress. Tonight she wore a clingy red satin dress that emphasised the curve of her breasts and hips, hair freshly dyed a rich raven black, and contacts that created emeralds from her otherwise sadly dull eyes.
‘Sex on the beach?’ the young man said. ‘I’ve never indulged.’
‘No?’ she flashed him a smile, and he blinked again. Cute response really, though she could grow annoyed if he did not develop any semblance of spine at all. ‘I’m Hildy,’ she said. ‘Are you here for Spring Break?’
‘I am,’ he said. Nicer reply than the ‘Yeah,’ she expected. ‘I’m down from UMadison, where the snow is still thick as, uhm, thick. Miami stru
ck me as a nice spot to wait out the worst.’
He had a truly disarming smile when he let it out. It stirred warmth inside her, made parts of her tingle. She eyed him, and watched him puff a little in pride at being eyed. His was a strong body, not quite the tight and pert form of a football player, but certainly not some computer potato MMORPG player. Athletic, a runner’s body. This was a guy who liked to take care of himself.
‘Oh,’ he said, with an aw-shucks blush, ‘I’m Neil.’
With another exchange, the initial hello Bee-Ess was done, and Neil’s eyes were locked on Hildy’s mouth. She had a way of emphasising every O-sound with a subtle sucking motion, making each instance attractive enough to catch Neil’s breath, to instil thoughts of what parts he might be able to fit between her lips. She liked things inside as much of her as possible: in her mouth, in her sex, and in her ass. Fingers? She might well love a pair of nice sized fingers inside her mouth while he slid into her from behind. Of course, she might like feeling his hard, young cock in her mouth. That would be nicest yet. She could see him pondering her crouched before him and sucking him off, stroking him with a firm hand and pulling as many gasps and moans from him as possible. Did he imagine her smiling around his lovely shaft while reaching the fingers on her free hand down to rub around her lust swollen clit, to urge herself to tiny ecstasies? Providing Neil was an imaginative enough boy, he would certainly be thinking these things.
‘What do you do up there in the snow and the ice?’ she asked, to give her mind something to do other than fantasise. She longed to screw her eyes shut, to feel the wonderful friction of his cockhead rubbing inside her, tickling the g-spot, drawing moans from the deepest parts of her, building the pressure until it grew too hot. However, he was not hers yet, and there was no certainty that he would be. Though a part of her mind pondered his performance – would he be a rhythmic lover? Or arrhythmic and annoying? She needed to keep herself occupied so as to avoid possible disappointment.
‘I’m a musician,’ he said. ‘Studying music theory, I mean. I want to be a composer, like John Williams or Hans Zimmer. Make big sounds for Hollywood.’