I’m completely nude, kneeling on a sofa. Behind me, Johnny Rocket is doing his thing, giving me the whole ten inches on every stroke. His cock is thick, too, so I can feel my innies go outies as he fucks me. He is relentless – this has been going on for some time and he’s got me way up the curve. I’m slow, I know, but when I go, it’ll be intense. Very, very intense.

They’re filming and I can see myself in the monitor. The lighting is a mix of daylight and the film lights. Our guys are really good – I can see my stage makeup shining, though you won’t be able to – the camera guys are good, too. My hair is brown and long, hanging down, swaying with Johnny’s rhythm. The look on my face isn’t feigned – I love this and it shows. Try being fucked by a professional, some time. Johnny is the best.

He is also gorgeous, all muscles and ripples. I lean back and smile at him and mouth, “Thank you, baby, thank you very much.” He smiles back and blows me a kiss. God bless him, he doesn’t miss a stroke. He’s really gay, so this is more of an acting job for him. I know what to say ulus escort to him before we start, though, and I know how important it is that he sees a certain someone in the crew while we work. I pay the guy extra to be sure his shirt is unbuttoned and that he has money for the right cut-offs that Johnny likes. I promised Johnny that I’d give him something that gay guys like from women, too, after the scene ends.

My nipples are fully erect and since they’re so plump, they show on the monitor, too. I’ve had fan mail that guys said they’ve got off just watching my tits swaying, back and forth, back and forth. I check and the guys have the angle just right, so it shows. That’s important in a doggy-style scene. My boobs feel good, moving like that, too.

I’m getting close, now, and even the script girl notices the blush on my neck and shoulders. I shiver in anticipation and Johnny picks up on it. I wiggle my ass back and forth to try to heighten the sensation. Johnny shifts just a bit to put more pressure, longer on my g-spot. Okay, there it is. I’m yenimahalle escort gonna lose it, now, don’t worry, I’ll be back.

Soon.

So what happened, reviewing the rushes, is that I come, screaming, thrashing about while Johnny holds my waist so I can’t escape his cock. My ass goes wild, flinging this way and that, digging for more cock and then wriggling trying to escape the penetration as my pussy throbs around his massive dick. I squirt all around it and the juicy juice sprays all over. The lighting and camera four are just perfect to catch it – it’s my specialty. You can also see a wave of muscle contraction beginning at my waist, running up my torso to my boobs and back. It’s real and I’ve never seen it in any other woman. Just when I think the contractions are ending, Johnny reaches up and pinches my ass, really hard. That sets me off again and I get a second kind of orgasm. It looks a lot like a seizure except to my fans and to the people in the room. Another trademark – they love it! I’m utterly limp, now, with my Lord and Master standing over me, gloating at what he’s done. That’s a wrap.

The script girl, Tina, is jealous, since she’s never been able to give me that – I tell her I like what she does give me, and what I give her, just fine and that I hope she doesn’t more out any time soon.

Johnny pulls out, now, and lays that huge tool down the crack of my ass. I reach back, exhausted, grab his cock and say for the camera, “No, no, not there,” to no avail, he throws a swimming pool of come all over my back. It even gets up in my hair. I hate it, but the producer cracks for a salon appointment after any scene that musses my hair, so this cute little Swiss girl with a blonde crew cut will wash my hair, lovingly, before I go out for the night, and then hand dry it while I sit in her lap and she kisses my breasts. She is so sweet!

No, I don’t take drugs, I’m not addicted to anything, so I don’t have to do this. I’m making good money and saving a lot of it. I’m dating someone (besides Tina, who knows) and I’m starting to enjoy my time with him in a way I’ve not experienced before. Maybe, maybe.

Maybe he’ll get lucky tonight. Let’s say, if he brings me flowers. Or, if he smells just right. Or, if he tells me he loves me. (Oh, yeah, he knows what I do for a living.)

We’ll see.