That day I was late for shooting.

No, do not misunderstand me: I love my work and I treat it consciously, simply: it happened.

I easily ran up the stairs, looked into the hall.

Ron, our manager and director, met me with a cold gaze: the son of a bitch was extremely pedantic. Expressing a look at his watch, he shrugged.

- We started two hours ago.

I grunted vaguely and wondered if there would be a job for me.

“I haven't fucked for a week now,” I winked at him.

Ron winced. Strange, but I have never seen a manifestation of his lust in the workplace. For him, the porn business was just a job.

- We will finish the first scene soon. Then a small break, after which your "way out". We will shoot at the top.

- OK, boss.

I headed for the stairs, but, attracted by the interesting sounds, looked into the room where the shooting was taking place. And just in time:

A pretty blonde was on her knees in front of Sam, my old colleague. Sam's hefty dick (I always envied him — my shorter than a couple of centimeters) was clamped in the lady’s right hand, her left hand was squeezing the eggs. Sam moved his hips, then plunging the head into her mouth, then pulling it out again. It seemed that he was already at the limit, and it was not long to wait for the final.

I immediately noticed that my colleague was lucky with a partner: the girl was clearly worthwhile. Despite the fact that her lips have already done a lot of work, they still have bright lipstick, her hair was neatly arranged, and in general she made an impression of a very well-groomed bitch.

Meanwhile, Sam closed his eyes, convulsively stuck his "gun" a couple of times and pulled him out and hit him in the face of his partner with a powerful jet.

And just at that moment she noticed me.

Our eyes met, and I immediately understood: this is it. It hit me like a current — you know, probably, how it happens. I looked at her, unspeakably beautiful, and felt that I was falling in love like a boy.

Long muddy streams of sperm beat in her face, fell into the mouth, flowed over her lips. A few drops froze in the hair and sparkled with diamonds: or rather, pearls, considering their color. Her eyes, fixed on me, burned with insane fire. Thin fingers clutched at Sam's cock so much as if they wanted to tear him off.

And then Sam could not resist: grabbed her head with both hands, dramatically pulled and plunged his handsome in her plump lips. She eagerly seized on him with her mouth and let go of her right hand - so that he could go deeper into it.

Sam's buttocks squeezed rhythmically: it seemed that the eruption continued inside with a new force - always envying his seed stock. The devil's bitch continued to look at me sideways, only now her eyes clouded over, her eyelashes trembled: she had finished. Finished, without touching her clit.

It lasted a long time, damn long. I even had a crazy idea that Sam would never leave her mouth, that he would swing back and forth like that, clutching at her hair. Hmm, I would understand him perfectly.

After a while, her eyes cleared. Sam's cock still rested in her lips, and this continued to bring her pleasure, but the orgasm ended.

Finally Sam went limp. His face was red, as if a blow was about to happen, and glistened with sweat. He pulled out his quivering member from the girl's mouth (incredibly, but his “bald fool” continued to ooze), but after a second, he could not resist and again plunged him back.

She did not mind. I only managed to smile at me with my sticky lips from sperm, and immediately accepted it. She kept her eyes on me all the time while Sam was enjoying the latest shards of orgasm.

But everything comes to an end. Sam pulled away from her, looked at me with a half-mad look, and staggered out of the room.It seemed to me that he urgently needed medical assistance.

I looked at the girl. I suddenly realized that she was beautiful, indescribably beautiful - expressive blue eyes, a capricious upper lip, cheeks with tiny dimples. She was still kneeling and smiling at the corners of her mouth. Sam's cum dripping down her chin on her beautiful heavy breasts. One of the drops froze on a hard pink nipple.

I suddenly realized that I was staring madly at her with all my eyes, forgetting about the rules of decency. Forgetting about the cameraman and director, who were engaged in their cameras and discussed shooting.

The girl was embarrassed, as if I had just entered and found her naked. She looked down shyly, removed a strand of hair that was wet from sperm from her left hand with the fingers of her left hand.

And I quickly went out and leaned back against the wall, breathing excitedly - neither give nor take the young man in love from the pages of a naive medieval novel.

I was still full of impressions of what I saw when it was my turn. There was a classic scene ahead - me, she, and her holes. Unfortunately, my partner could not be compared with Sam's partner. I looked at her skeptically until the director announced the start of filming. John, our operator, squatting, took us to the sight. We filmed in the old fashioned way, without these newfangled jokes, when the bitch who is dryuchat also shoots himself with the second camera. The old John managed to two cameras (one of which was fixed on a tripod) to grab all the best plans. Grabbing the girl by the waist, I thought that John would have been forced to masturbate furiously in between scenes if Ron, our manager, would not have organized a blowjob for him - one per day (which is not so much considering the sexual intensity of the working day John). However, in my mind I grinned, nothing prevents him from still quietly humming.

Everything went according to plan, which Ron shared with me before filming began. At first I fell to its source — I rubbed my clit with my lips, ran my tongue over the lips — large and small — trying not to pay attention to the smell — the peculiar smell of stale raw fish.

Many of my friends are jealous of me - like, dude fucking chicks, they also pay money. All this is true, of course, but it would be even better if the knots with whom we had to deal would be more clean.

Soon it was my turn. The girl (damn it! I didn’t even know her name) dropped to her knees, drew my handsome God into the light, and set about her with professionalism that could only be achieved thanks to a great experience. I had to give in the mouth to many, including young girls of thirteen, who still do not know how to handle the instrument - so, my partner sucked like a few others.

Then everything went according to the scenario: I fucked her lying, then from behind, then standing. Without anal sex, Ron warned me. I grinned: this time you won't have to stomp her govnobaks.

Our flesh dance came to an end when I noticed Her. She stood in the doorway - as I myself had just recently - and watched me closely. There was a slight smile on her lips. My partner felt that I was on the verge, slipped out, fell to my knees. She stood in a pose in which I had recently watched Sam and her partner. Her fingers clenched my cock, lips clasped the head.

I turned to her. Her face has lost all sorts of signs of irony, her eyes closely followed all the ups and downs of the action. I noticed that she had time to take a shower and put on an elegant blouse and a strict long skirt. Looking at her now, it was hard to assume that this woman is able to experience an orgasm from someone's cum in her mouth: she looked so beautiful, strictly and inaccessible. And only the greedy expression of the eyes slightly betrayed her.

In the meantime, I grabbed the girl's hair with my hand and began to rhythmically draw her to me. My cock plunged into her so deeply that her lips were almost touching her belly.

I looked at my beloved, watching me, and suddenly exploded.

I erupted right in my mouth ...