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Big Dicks

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My name is Charles Masterson. My friends all call me Chaz. I’m 65 years old, and a retired lawyer. I’m not completely retired, I’m now a writer, having successfully published 5 novels, all science fiction. I was on a tour doing book signings in various cities to promote my new novel, my sixth. Due to the success of my last novel, this tour was much different than the ones I had done for my other books. Instead of small mom and pop bookstores, I was doing signings in big Barnes and Noble stores. And I was staying in a lot nicer hotels.

It was a Thursday afternoon in Orlando, Florida. I was doing a book signing at the Barnes and Noble in the Plaza Venezia. At these events, people who bought my book get in line by my table, and one by one come up to me and hand me the book. I then chat with them for a couple of minutes, and then write a personal message on the title page of the book and sign my name. I had done an earlier one that morning, from 9 to noon, and I was almost done with the afternoon one, which ran from 3 to 5. I had a similar schedule for the next day, Friday. The line had been 4 to 5 people most of the afternoon. Finally, I signed the last one. It was 5:15, but I never turned anyone away.

I took a taxi back to my hotel. It was the second week of my tour, and I was dead tired. I went straight to the bar off the lobby and ordered a manhattan. I sipped it slowly, letting my body relax. I decided to have dinner right there. I ordered dinner and had two more drinks as I ate there in the bar. I looked around frequently, but the bar was pretty empty, only populated by the occasional business traveler just finishing his day.

After dinner I went to my room, took a shower, and called and talked to my wife, Ronnie. She had fucked me good the night before I left, but I was getting pretty horny. After I hung up, I took off my hotel robe. Now naked, I sat on my bed with my laptop. I pulled up a video of my favorite porn star.

She had the screen name of Effie. She looked to be about 20 years old in the videos I had, and I think I had all of them. She stood about 5’5″ tall and weighed about 120, with firm C cup tits. What fascinated me about her was her innocence. She had dark brown hair, down to her shoulders, with dark brown eyes, pearly white teeth and a dazzling smile. She was so easy going in the videos and looked like the girl next door. But she didn’t hesitate to do 5 guys at once, take it in the ass, or lick cum coated dicks with enthusiasm. When asked to do something seemingly dirty, she just smiled that dazzling smile, said “OK,” and proceeded to do all things pornographic as if they were like taking a drink of water. She took on 3 at once, let them fuck her ass, did ass to mouth, and let them cum all over her, always with that dazzling smile. Her videos never ceased to arouse me, and I masturbated and came in about 20 minutes. Then I went to bed.

Friday was expected to be a repeat of Thursday. I arrived at the bookstore at 8:45 with my Starbuck’s black coffee and went to my table. The line started about 9:10, and I was signing most of the day with short interludes where there were no customers. It was late in the afternoon, and I was anxious to complete the signing as I was off Saturday and Sunday and was staying in Orlando until Sunday night.

At about a quarter to 5 I was busy signing a book when I saw a woman enter at the back of the line. She looked familiar. She had dark brown hair, down to her shoulders, and pearly white skin. She was about 5’5 and looked to be about 30 to 35 years old. She weighed about 135, and was wearing a tight, mid-thigh length black skirt with black 3-inch heels and no hose. The skirt was tight around her generous butt and hinted that she was a bit overweight. But the contrast of her black shoes and skirt and her alabaster white skin made her legs look spectacular. She had on a white blouse, buttoned to the top, but it pulled tight against her breasts which were at least C’s and maybe D’s.

But it was her face that was the coup de grace. Long and oval shaped, with deep dark brown eyebrows above dark brown eyes that sparkled, backed by that alabaster skin and a perfect nose on which perched a pair of dark rimmed glasses, and with what looked like a perfect set of white teeth, with a captivating smile. I looked at her and she looked back, giving me a beaming smile. I smiled back.

She had moved to the next in line when it hit me. Effie. The woman whose movies were on my laptop. The woman I had jacked off to last night. I finished with the man in front of her, and she moved up to the table, and handed me the book with her left hand. She had a big rock on her third finger, together with a wedding band.

“My husband is a big fan of yours,” she said. “Would you make the inscription out to Jerry?”

“Sure,” I said. “You’re Effie, right?”

She looked at me quizzically. “No, Ellen. Ellen Morris.”

“OK.” I was pretty sure it was Effie, though. So, as I chatted, with her, I took out a business escort izmir card and wrote on the back. “Effie:” it said, “I have all your videos on my computer. I especially liked ‘Effie cream pied by 5 black guys.’ I’ll be in the hotel bar at the Hilton at Tuscany Village at 8 pm if I can buy you a drink.”

I looked up at her deep brown eyes. “Ellen, what do you want me to write?” She told me and I wrote it, then blotted it as I use a fountain pen. Then I took my business card with the note on it, stuck it into the middle of the book like a bookmark, and handed the book back to her. As she walked away, I stared at her butt jiggling in the tight black skirt before turning to the next person in line.

* * * *

When 5 o’clock came, the store personnel closed the line, but again I signed books for all that were left in the line. I finished up about 5:20. I took a taxi back to my hotel. I got to my room about 6 and took a shower. As I got out, I looked at myself in the mirror. At 65, I looked pretty good. I’m not quite 6 feet tall, and thanks to playing amateur baseball, still had my swimmer’s physique. My hair was still all brown, and I weighed about 175 lbs. I put on a pair of khaki slacks with no underwear, a tan golf shirt, loafers with no socks, and a blue blazer. Then I fired up my laptop, took care of my daily report to my publisher, and my email traffic.

I then sent an email to Ronnie, who was at home in Seattle. “Hi, hon. Met an interesting woman at my book signing today. I think she’s a pornstar. Invited her for a drink, I’ll let you know what happens. Chaz”

After that, I pulled up another one of Effie’s movies, and I was more convinced than ever that it was her.

“Oh well,” I thought, “even if it was, I’ll never see her again. Just another brush with fame.” With that, I shut off my computer, and went downstairs to the bar.

I got to the bar about 5 minutes to 8. Rather than sit at the bar, I took an open table, with 4 chairs. I sat facing the entrance to the bar. “Just in case,” I thought. The barmaid came over and I ordered a Maker’s Manhattan. 8 o’clock came and went. “Oh well, nothing ventured nothing gained,” I thought, and I ordered another drink.

I was just starting to think about ordering dinner when Effie walked in. She looked spectacular. She was wearing a black, strapless cocktail dress, showing off her shoulders and with a plunging neckline that showed the sides of her breasts, nearly exposing her nipples. The hem of her dress was barely covering the tops of her black, thigh topped hose. She was wearing black heels again, but these were patent leather and the heels looked like 5 inches. She was carrying a black clutch. Her dark brown hair was piled on top of her head. She looked totally stunning. I stood to greet her. With her heels, she was nearly as tall as I was.

“Hi, Ellen, glad you could make it.”

“You can call me Effie if you want.”

“What do you prefer I call you?”

“Effie. I haven’t been called that for a long time.”

“OK, Effie,” I said, as I held out a chair across from me. “Have a seat.”

I held her chair. As she scooted into the seat across from me, I got a shot of that alabaster skin above her thigh tops. I retook my seat as the barmaid came with my second drink. I looked at Effie. “Sapphire martini, up,” she said. I looked at the barmaid. “Got it,” she said.

As I sat back down and took a drink, I stared into her eyes, and she gave me one of those dazzling smiles.

“Thanks for coming over,” I said

“You’re welcome, but I have an agenda,” she replied.

“What’s that?”

“I don’t want the locals to know who I used to be.”

“So? I’ll be out of here Sunday night.”

“I’m married now and have two teenage kids. I don’t want them to know.”

“I have no reason to upset your current life.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“You have no reason to thank me. That is not my mission in life. I am very tolerant of other’s lifestyles.”

Just then the barmaid returned with her drink. She set it down and said, “On your tab?” looking at me. I nodded.

“You’re married?” Effie asked.

“Yes, but we tell each other everything. It works better that way. What did you tell your husband?”

“I told him you signed his book and that you recognized me and wanted to meet me.”

“And?”

“He said ‘does he want to fuck you?’ I said ‘yeah, probably, he knows I used to do porn.’ He said, ‘do you want to?’ I said, ‘I don’t know yet, I don’t know him.’ He said ‘if you want to meet him for a drink, go ahead. Just let me know what is happening.’ I said ‘OK’ and went and showered and got dressed. And here I am.” She turned her head coquettishly and winked at me.

I laughed. “And you dressed up for me.”

“Yes, I did. Jerry insisted.”

“Jerry?”

“My husband and the father of my two boys. And you? Did you tell your wife?”

“I told her that I met you and asked you out for a drink. I didn’t think you would come, but I really do tell her everything. And since you dressed izmir escort bayan up for me, I’ll have to make a run at you.”

She cocked her head at me and flashed that dazzling smile at me again.

“While your wife is home alone?”

“She’s probably going to get fucked by one of our friends tonight. I’m out of town a lot, so we have an open relationship.”

“I’ve been out of the business for fifteen years, now. I’ve put on about 15 pounds and cut my hair shorter. How did you know it was me?”

“I meant it when I said I think I have all of your films. I knew your face immediately. And you can’t hide that dazzling smile.”

She flashed the smile again.

“Is that why you liked my scenes?”

“Partly. I was drawn to that smile. But it was also the absurdity of it. You looked so wholesome, but you took your clothes off so easily and did nasty things. And you were so nonchalant about it. You never hugged or kissed the guys first, you got right to the sucking and fucking. It was like ‘let some dude cum on my face?’ Smile to the camera. ‘OK.’ ‘Let two black guys cum in my pussy?’ Smile to the camera. ‘OK.’ ‘Let 5 guys fuck me and cum in my pussy, ass and all over my body?’ Smile to the camera. ‘OK.’ And you always knew where the camera was and always looked over at the camera to let us know that you knew we were watching. You looked into our souls. It was just extremely hot to see such a nice girl do all those nasty things with a smile. And it seemed like you really enjoyed it.”

“I actually did enjoy it. For a long time.”

“Why did you quit?”

“I wanted to have a family. And my shelf life was about done.”

“Shelf life?”

“Yes. When I first started out, they had me do ‘Introducing Effie’ ‘Effie’s first cream pie’ ‘Effie’s first anal’ ‘Effie’s first DP’ and so on. I rarely did a scene with another woman, but I would run in to them on the set, and I found out that they were having similar experiences. It occurred to me that the industry needed a steady stream of new girls, and that eventually people would grow bored with me and look for younger, fresher faces. “

“When I started, I weighed 120 pounds and had B/C cups. As I got older, I put on weight, and my ass, waist and tits got bigger. Since I had already done all the firsts, they wanted me to do more and more extreme scenes. I decided at 24 it was time to retire.”

“How did you get into the industry?”

“When I was 18, I was dating a guy. He was 19. I wasn’t a virgin, and I liked fucking, but I was inexperienced. My boyfriend kept pushing my limits. Anal, cum on my face, dp. He saw how I enjoyed it all. So, he said “You should really do porn.” I laughed at him. ‘No, there’s good money in it. And you’re a natural. You should try it.’ He kept after me for a month until I said OK.'”

“So, we got tested for std’s, flew to LA, found an ad in the newspaper, and did it. I did my first scene with him and another guy. We each got $1,000. We stayed in LA for two weeks doing scenes and I came back to Orlando with $8,000, which at that time in my life was a fortune. Two weeks later I got a call asking me if I wanted to come back for a week and 4 guaranteed scenes. I went. I always liked the fucking, and the money was good, so I did it for 6 years.”

“And when I quit, I had a lot of money in the bank, so I came home to Orlando. I met Jerry, married him, and we started a family.”

“So, you’re just a normal housewife now?”

“Not exactly, I went to college and now I’m a practicing psychologist. And Jerry and I both love fucking, so we are part of a local group of libertines.”

“Libertines? You mean swingers?”

“More or less.”

The barmaid was at our table again, and we ordered another round. And another. We had several drinks over the next two hours as we chatted. I regaled her with stories from my years as a lawyer, and she regaled me with stories of her practice and her family. She was not only beautiful, but she was also intelligent and funny. We were having a great time. At about 10 Effie took a drink, set her glass on the table and looked at me. She flashed that great smile.

“Chaz, I have to let Jerry know if I’m coming home tonight.”

“I was hoping you would spend the night here.”

“Then ask me.”

“Effie, will you spend the night here in the hotel with me?”

She cocked her head at me and flashed that million dollar smile.

“OK,” she said. She then pulled out her phone and appeared to be sending a text. I pulled out my phone and texted Ronnie as to what was happening. Then I called the barmaid over and settled the bill.

Effie stood up and started walking toward the elevator. I stood and followed her, watching her plump ass jiggle in the tight cocktail dress. When we got in the elevator, I punched the button to my floor and put my arms around her, pulling her towards me and kissing her. She pressed her body into mine, rubbing her nipples on my chest and her pelvis against my hard cock. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, playing with mine. I pushed izmir escortlar my cock against her pussy lips through the dress. She put her hand on my chest and pushed me back.

“Slow down, Chaz. I’m not going anywhere. We’ve got all night.”

“Sorry,” I said. “You are just so sexy.”

“Thank you, that is always nice to hear.”

The elevator arrived at my floor, and I put my hand in the small of Effie’s back, guiding her towards my suite. I put the key card in the slot, opened the door, and stood back, gesturing her to go first.

“Why, thank you,” she said. She looked around the suite, noticing the plush leather furniture, the full bar in the sitting room, and the door to the bedroom. “Nice room.”

“Would you like a drink?”

“Just water.” I went to the bar and got two bottles of water. Effie took it and sat on the leather sofa, kicking off her heels and crossing her legs. She had no panties on, and I could see the hint of chestnut pubic hair she sported. I sat in the easy chair across from her.

“So where did ‘Effie’ come from?”

“When my boyfriend and I went to California for our first scene, the film crew wanted to know how to bill me. I didn’t want to use my real name, which at the time was Ellen Foster. So I took my initials, E F. EF, ef, Effie.”

I laughed. “That was clever.”

“Then after we came back from Florida, I got a call asking me to come back for 4 guaranteed scenes. They didn’t want my boyfriend, but said they wanted me to work with their professionals. So I did. As I said, I always enjoyed the fucking. Which way is the bathroom?”

“It’s in the bedroom.”

“‘K,” she said, reaching down and picking up her heels. “I’ll be right back.”

Effie got up and went into the bedroom. A few minutes later she appeared at the bedroom door. I sucked in my breath. She was in her heels again, but her dress was gone. Her blood red lipstick had been refreshed. She stood there with one leg cocked toward me, and her hand on her hip. She was wearing only her thigh top black hose and a shelf bra that pointed her erect nipples directly at me. Her hair was down and pulled into a ponytail. She had a lush crop of luxurious pubic hair on her pussy, the same chestnut brown as the hair on her head. She flashed that intoxicating smile at me.

“Care to join me?” she said.

I stood up, my rock-hard dick forming a tent in my pants. “Love to,” I said, and walked to the bedroom. Effie backed up two steps. As I approached her, I dropped to my knees and ran my hands up the back of her legs. I placed my nose on her clit and enjoyed the heady aroma of an aroused female. I put my tongue out and lifted her swollen clit from her body, bathing it with my tongue. I ran my tongue down her inner lips, and pushed it into her wet pussy, savoring both the taste and the aroma. She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy. Then she put her hands under my armpits and pulled me upward.

I stood, wrapped my arms around her and reached behind her back, undoing her bra. At the same time, I pressed my lips, which were all wet with her vaginal juices, against hers and kissed her deeply. She turned around and pushed me onto the bed. As I sat there, she got down on her knees, undid my belt, and pulled my pants down, freeing my 7-inch, fat cock.

“MMM, you’ve got a nice one,” she said.

“I thought you’d want bigger.”

She looked me in the eyes. “I’ve had bigger, but I prefer your size if you know how to use it.”

“I like a full bush.”

“So does Jerry. He says a shaved pussy is a hooker look, that hookers do that to avoid getting crab lice. He also likes it when my pussy hair gets all matted with cum. And he says that the pubic hair retains the smell of my pussy better.”

She lowered her head and took my balls into her mouth, gently sucking on them. I groaned with pleasure. Then she ran her tongue up and around my dick. When she reached my frenulum, she ran her tongue back and forth over it.

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Not yet, you’re not,” she said, and pinched the head of my cock forcing all the blood out. Then she put her lips over the head and sucked vigorously.

“Shit, that feels so good.” Then she pushed her mouth down on me, taking my whole cock down her throat until her lips were in my pubic hair. At the same time, she pulled on my balls gently, and rolled them in her fingers. Just as I was about to blow again, Effie took her mouth off my cock and squeezed the blood out of the glans. She stood up.

“I need to get fucked.”

“Condom?”

“I’m tested, are you?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Then you can shoot the good stuff into me.”

She pushed me onto my back, my hard-on pointing straight up. I moved back on the bed until my feet were on the bed. Effie straddled my hips, put her pussy over my cock, and sat down on it, taking the whole 7 inches into her warm, wet tunnel. She pushed her pussy down against my pubic bone and just ground on it.

“Ohmyfuckinggod that feels good!” Then she raised her hips as my cock slid out to the glans. She flipped her hips backward on my cock at the top of her hump. Again, the feeling was scrumptious. This woman was a dream fuck. Her butt cheeks were bigger than in her movies, but still firm and muscular.

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