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by Knight, Natalie

  “It feels so good.”

  “It will only get better.” He grins, as he slides his lips down my neck, tracing a line as he approaches his mouth to my right nipple.

  He wraps his lips around my hard tip, and starts sucking it gently, as his other hand squeezes my left breast. I gasp as I feel his tongue make quick swirls as he take turns sucking on each tip.

  Letting go of my nipples, Todd’s lips continue going down, until they reach my thighs. Then, with his fingers he pulls my thong to the side and starts tracing down a line between the elastic band and my outer lips, touching them lightly.

  I moan, but i don´t want any teasing, I want his fingers on me right now. As if he could read my thoughts, he starts rubbing his finger up and down, touching the whole lenght of my drenched pussy.

  With his hands on the thong’s elastic band, he pushes it down my legs, throwing it to the floor near the bed. He leans into me and starts touching me again, avoiding my clit area, and positioning his face between my legs.

  He licks and kisses my thighs, the warm of his breath near my skin driving me insane. Then, with one finger, he traces circles around my clit and starts rubbing it up and down and side to side. At the same time, with the other hand, he inserts one finger inside my pussy hooking it upwards, touching and rubbing my G-point.

  I feel my skin prickling as he does that, and moans cascade out of my lips, filling the whole room. He expertly moves his finger in and out, beginning slowly at first, and then increasing the pace. While fingering me, he brings his tongue to my clit and gently licks it.

  My hands go to his head, pushing it deeper into my thighs.

  Now, sucking my clit, he inserts a second finger inside me, going in and out with more urgency than before. It feels so good that I’m screaming, my throat is becoming sore, but I don’t care. Todd is completely eating my pussy and that’s all I can think about right now.

  He goes in with a third finger, while he sucks my wetness. I can already feel a massive orgasm building up inside me.

  “Don´t stop…don’t stop, Todd!!!” I scream.

  He goes at it, harder and harder, until I can’t take it anymore and come hard. As my pussy tightens around his fingers, I arch my back and grab the sheets, carving my fingers on the mattress. The explosion of pleasure runs through my whole body, and he only takes his fingers out of me when I stop screaming.

  Still burning inside, I force him to lay down on his back. I plant both feet on either side of his head, and then start lowering myself slowly, only stopping when I feel my knees on the matress and my pussy lips press against his mouth.

  With my hands on his waist, I then bend forward and reach for his cock with my mouth, eager to have him between my parted lips.

  I start sucking his tip gently, wrapping my tongue around it, as he parts my inner lips with his tongue and begins to lick me.

  Then I open my mouth wide, allowing all his lenght inside and start bobbing my head, going as deep as I can. It’s hard to stay focused, once he´s completely eating my pussy, licking and sucking my clit.

  I don’t know how long our mouths work to please each other like that, but it’s time to feel his cock inside me. Letting go of his big shaft, I roll to the side.

  Grabbing me by the wrists, he pins me down on the bed, pressing his naked body on top of mine. He grabs his cock, guiding it down and rubbing its tip against my pussy. In a second he is inside me, his big shaft sliding through my wet pussy.

  Once he is deep inside me, he holds it there pausing for a moment, instead of thrusting again. He grabs my breast and squeeze them, one at a time, and his lips go to my neck, where they kiss me gently, making my body shiver. My nipples are hard as they can be, while he pinches them softly.

  He takes his cock out, and then slides it inside me again. The pace of his thrusts increases, and it doesn’t take much longer until he is completely fucking me without mercy. My thighs try to match his rough and harsh rhythm as I moan hard.

  “Harder,” I beg him, not entirely sure if that’s even possible, but he’s a man full of surprises. He’s going in and out so fast now, I’m not sure I can keep up.

  “Don´t stop!”

  That sweet feeling starts to burn inside me again, making me shiver, making me want more of him all to myself. The though of this gorgeous man, with his big cock all inside me, pleasing me, makes me want to see what’s happening with my own eyes, instead of just feeling it.

  I raise my head from the bed slightly, using my elbows for support. And here it is, his massive cock fucking me, so fast that it is almost impossible to see if it’s going in or out.

  The sight of it makes my body burn even more and just like that, I come hard, waves of pleasure reaching all the cells of my body. Oh Todd, what are you doing to me?

  Shivering, I gather some strength that I never thought I’d still have, after he fucked me like this. I stand up on the matress, and looking at the grin on his face I know that there’s more to come..

  “Tired already Sophie?” he laughs, teasing me, while he lays on his back, looking up at me with his hands folded behind his head.

  “You’ll see,” I say, focusing on what I am going to do with him next. I’m gonna ride him so hard, he won’t even know in which planet he’s in.

  Still throughly aroused, I jump on top of him, unable to fight my desire to have more him. I lean toward his face and kiss him. He kisses me back, and our tongues wrap, caressing and battling each other.

  Then I pull myself back, spreading all my wetness in his thighs and kissing his chest. With my right hand, I grab his cock, pointing it upwards and rubbing his tip on my clit. Only then do I start easing myself down on his cock, allowing all his length to slide inside me.

  His hands unfold from behind his head. As I start jumping up and down on him, he reaches for my breasts once again, squeezing them, lightly at first and harder when I increase the pace.

  I’m jumping hard on him, up and down, rocking my body back and forth, rotating my hips in circles as I do that. I’m moaning hard, his cock pleasuring me like nothing before.

  His hands slide from by breasts to underneath my butt and he starts lifting me up and pushing me down harder and harder, deciding the rythm of the thrusts. My hands are clawing on his chest, as he places his hands on my waist now, pulling me down deep into his cock and completely ravaging my pussy.

  Slowly, he starts softening his thrusts. Still inside me, he sits on the bed, me on his lap, beads of sweet dripping from my forehead and down my back. His hands grab my hair, pulling my head back with some roughness, and then kisses my exposed neck.

  He stops kissing me, and looks me in the eyes.

  “Turn around Sophie. I want to see you from behind,” he commands.

  Like the good girl I am, I obey him quickly. I pull out of his cock, while he lays on his back again.

  I sit on his cock once more, this time with my back turned to him. I don’t even bother to start riding him slowly—I just go as fast as I can from the start, his hands on my hips, guiding me.

  I ride him into oblivion. I never though I could feel this much pleasure. My fingers start rubbing my clit, and—Oh my god. I’ll come again.

  My moans turn into screams, my whole body starting to burn, but I don´t stop jumping on his cock.

  “Come to me.”

  I don´t know how I’m able to hear his voice, but there’s an bomb of intense pleasure inside me ready to blow.

  My pussy tightens around him. I lose the control of my legs and just come, my throat completely sore due to the screams that his shaft is drawing out from me.

  He pulls out his cock, and I just sit on the mattress. But he gives me no time to rest. He’s already behind me, forcing me to go on fours and grabbing me by the waist.

  I feel his tip against me, making my pussy burn in the place he’s touching it. He rubs his cock up and down the whole length of my pussy, and then he stops before allowing his cock all the way in, its tip pulsing hard against my pussy
lips.

  With a deep thrust, he pushes inside me, pounding me hard, his balls slapping at my clit.

  With one hand he grabs my hair, and with the other he starts slaping my ass—slowly increasing his pace and intensity, until he’s doing it so hard that I’m pretty sure my ass is completely red by now.

  I don´t complain. I start thrusting back, allowing him to go deeper inside me.

  He slides one hand in order to reach my clit, and begins rubbing it as he keeps on thrusting.

  We keep moving like that for a while, letting the pleasure build. He places his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading then wide, and then starts rubbing a finger up and down my ass crack.

  I grit my teeth as he presses his finger against my asshole. Still pounding my pussy hard, he starts sliding his finger inside me.

  Once his whole finger is inside my ass, he starts fingering me. At the mercy of his finger, I just grab at the sheets with my trembling hands. My pussy squeezes his cock and he pounds me even harder, my body rocking back and forth with each coming and going motion of his.

  This man surely knows how to please a woman, and it doesn’t take too long until I come again.

  I scream at the top of my lungs, my whole body exploding in pleasure. But that doesn’t make him stop. And I don’t want him to stop.

  “Don’t stop,” I just tell him, this time wanting him to cum as well. I need to feel his warm juices on me, his cock gushing out that raging river inside my body…

  “Fuck me all the way, Todd…” I moan with my eyes closed shut as pleasure still tears my brain apart.

  I feel his cock pulsing wildly inside me. Just then, he stops thrusting and with his cock buried deep inside my ravaged pussy, he starts gushing out in a torrent. I feel the delicious sensation of his warm semen filling me up, and it only takes a few seconds for it to start dripping out of my pussy.

  He pulls out of me and we lay in the bed side by side. I can’t help but smile to myself when I turn to face him and see him smiling with his eyes closed. After a few seconds, he opens his eyes to look at me and his smile goes wider.

  Pleased for some reason I can’t quite understand, I comfortably sink deeper into the mattress.

  Todd

  I could watch this girl all day long. I love the way she tilts her head when she’s thinking, the way her fingers reach for the clapperboard pendant around her neck and move it from side to side when she’s nervous or thinking, and the way she smiles.

  What can I say, I’m smitten.

  A shadow falls over me and then a body impedes my view of the perfect woman. Strong, sweet perfume threatens to suffocate me. I cough. Whatever brand it is, it ain’t doing it for me.

  “Hellooo,” someone purrs, and I look up.

  Emma’s face is now inches away from mine. She smiles brightly. Briefly I notice her tight, low-cut V-neck T-shirt. It reveals a little more than it should, and that’s because she’s bending over me.

  If I wanted to, I could catch a good look at her perky breasts. But I don’t want to.

  Which is fucking weird.

  Instead I try and look past the second grade actress.

  Not to be rude, I reply with a short “hi.”

  Not to be deterred, Emma continues to lean toward me, almost shoving her boobs into my face. I shift in my seat and then move my chair over to the left just a little, enough to get Emma and her breasts out of my face.

  She gets the hint and straightens up. Her arms cross in front of her body.

  “Who knew you’d be such a prude. I thought you were a bad boy, Todd?”

  I ignore her. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, that is to never take the bait if you don’t want the challenge. I don’t want the challenge. I want to sit here and enjoy feasting on my sweet little Sophie.

  “I don’t think we have been formally introduced,” Emma leans toward me again. “I’m Emma.”

  I shoot her a sideways glance.

  Is she kidding? We’ve been in a couple of scenes together. And who gives a fuck about formal introductions.

  “I hear you’ve got quite a reputation for…you know,” she purrs into my ear and leaves the last few words hanging. “I’ve heard you’re always up for a game.”

  There’s too much red lipstick for my liking around her pouting lips. She’s licking them and at the same time puts one hand on my thigh and the other on my shoulder.

  I push her hands off me and make to stand. Whatever game she’s playing, I don’t want to be part of it.

  “I’ve long stopped playing games, Emma,” I say with my most icy voice. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” I start to walk past her.

  To my surprise, Emma stands in my way, and she follows my gaze before raising her eyebrows.

  “Really? You’ve got to be kidding. Her?”

  With each word her tone rises a little, like someone playing the piano scales.

  “I thought a man of your caliber would have better taste than to fall for trailer trash.”

  It’s as if someone’s punched me in the gut. What did this bitch just call Sophie?

  “I mean, look at her,” Emma drones on. “There’s nothing sexy or particularly interesting about her.” She pirouettes in front of me. “If you take me, on the other hand, I’m the complete package.”

  “I beg to differ,” I say through clenched teeth. “Sophie is far better than you, and on so many levels.”

  To make sure I don’t stoop to anything below my best behavior, I walk off the set altogether.

  Steam is coming from my ears, and I feel the need to hit someone, or something. Perhaps I should get myself one of those punching bags in the trailer. Putting might be too tame a past time. Mental note to self, get Jordan to buy me a punching bag.

  Walking to my trailer, I mull over what Emma said—about Sophie being trailer trash and nothing compared to her.

  Images of Sophie’s naked body flash through my mind. Perky nipples, firm breasts, and delicious round ass cheeks are difficult to ignore. I turn back briefly to catch one last glimpse of the girl of my dreams before I exit and find my trailer.

  I flop into my super soft lounge chair under the awning of my trailer. It’s a beautiful day, and I don’t want to be cooped up inside.

  Jordan is there, working away on his laptop. What does that guy do all the time?

  “What’s up, man?” Jordan gives me one of his all-knowing looks.

  “That Emma chick just hit on me,” I say and lean back against the cushion.

  “And that’s a problem because?” Jordan shuts his laptop and goes to get me my espresso.

  “Have you looked at her?”

  Jordan laughs. “Yeah. I thought she’d be your type for sure. What’s not to like about her? She’s a socialite, and she’s probably up for something noncommittal during this film.”

  I pout. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I thought Jordan knew me.

  “You’ve got be kidding? I mean, have you really looked at her? Those blood-red lips.” I cringe at the thought of them. “Makes me think of a vampire every time I look at them.”

  Jordan shakes his head and disappears into the trailer. A few minutes later, he comes back with my caffeine hit.

  Grateful, I take it and have a sip. I instantly feel better.

  “And compared to Sophie, she’s a slut.”

  Jordan sits back at the table with his laptop. He stares at me.

  “Sophie? You and Sophie? Really?”

  Even if he does not mean to, I’m insulted.

  “What do you mean with really?”

  “Well,” Jordan says as he shrugs, “she’s not the sort of girl you’ve been going for. Emma is more your type.”

  “Bullshit,” I protest. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. How can my best friend be so wrong about me?

  “Mr. Alexander.” A young man with a clipboard is coming toward my trailer. He looks a little frightened.

  “That’s me,” I say in the most friendly tone I can muster.

>   “You are required on set, Mr. Alexander.”

  The words are music to my ears. I stand and follow the intern and ignore the last comment from Jordan.

  It really isn’t worthy of a response anyway.

  Sophie

  My deep breathing technique is letting me down. It’s meant to make sure I stay calm, but it’s having no effect whatsoever. I’m sure if someone was to take my blood pressure right now, it’d be two hundred over a hundred and fifty.

  “Let’s do it again,” yells Mason, and I try hard not to glare at Emma.

  For some reason, only known to the woman herself, she’s deliberately stuffing up the scene. What should be a quick and easy take has turned into twenty-four unsuccessful ones.

  I take my hat off to Todd who’s still smiling after all the time that has been wasted because of Emma’s bad acting.

  “It’s time to…” Emma hesitates and stops midsentence.

  “Cut,” Mason calls and I sigh. “Take five.”

  With my patience growing thin, I grab Emma by the arm and pull her away from Todd and the cameraman.

  “What’s going on, Emma?” I don’t even try to hide my annoyance. “You’re deliberately sabotaging this scene. What is the problem?”

  In my mind I’m replaying the last few days of shooting to pinpoint what might be troubling the young actress, but nothing comes to mind. I’m sure I haven’t said anything to offend or upset her.

  I shoot a quick glance in Todd’s direction.

  Has he said something to her? It seems unlikely. Perhaps I should check with him.

  Emma pouts. She flips her hair back and thrusts her chest out. Why I would want to catch an eyeful of her boobs is beyond me, but I say nothing.

  “It’s not my fault the director is not focused on the job.”

  My lower jaw drops. Did she just say it was my fault?

  “Pardon?”

  Maybe I misheard the woman.

  “You heard me. You wanna be a superstar. If there was a real director on this movie, it wouldn’t take twenty something takes on a simple little scene.”

  The little witch.