Sara Part III - Sex Stories

Sara Part III

... trolling for cock on the beach I was still kind of pale and my chestnut hair seemed to accentuate my skin tone. The one thing I had on her was my ass, even though her’s was nice it was kind of small while mine was round and pronounced. I met so many people within the first 30 minutes and it was hard to remember everyone. Drinks were offered and accepted. Music was blaring, people dancing and laughing and just having a great time and I found myself getting caught up in the fun. Amber stayed by my side most of the night but at one point went to talk a guy she had told me about. I saw them slip inside the house and figured she was going to be gone for a while. “Sara, right?” I turned towards the voice behind me. I had met him when we first arrived but couldn’t really remember his name. “I’m Mark. We met earlier.” I guess he could tell that I couldn’t remember him. “Oh yeah! Hey!” I sort of remembered him. Amber said he was a producer, or director or something like that. I did remember that it was his party and his house. “You having a good time?” he stood close to me and smelled great. “I am! This is so much fun. You guys party like this all the time?” he laughed. I felt silly. “So you’re Amber’s s****r?” he seemed suspicious. “Yeah. Well, half-s****r.” Hopefully he would buy that even though I still wasn’t sure why she wanted me to tell people we were related. “So what do you think about what she does?” this was the first time anyone I had met had made any mention to porn. “I ...

... think it’s kind of hot.” And I meant that. “Really? Why is that?” I was unsure why he was asking but became aware that he was even closer than he was before. His hand was on the back of my thigh just below my skirt and I didn’t mind. “I dunno. I guess because she gets laid and she gets paid.” I wasn’t sure if it was the strong drinks or that I hadn’t been fucked in 2 days but I was feeling hyper horny as his hand slid even further up my thighs to my ass. He wasn’t rough, just kind of gently stroking my ample rear-end. “You ever thought about doing what she does?” “Me? Oh I don’t think people would want to see me getting fucked. I mean, I my tits are kind of small and my ass is kind of big.” “Are you serious? You have a great body and you’re very pretty. You have that young teen look about you and that implied jailbait thing is getting really starting to become all the rage. I bet you would be very popular in this business. I think you should give it a try.” Was he really giving me a sales pitch? “Really? You think people would like me?” I was playing the naive little teenager to a tee. I’d learned that with some guys you had to let them think it was them that seduced you. “Oh yeah. You’re box cover girl material for sure. Of course we’d have to see how you actually perform first.” “We?” “Well, me really.” “MMMM when? Can we do it now?” he smiled and took my hand and led me to his bedroom. As soon as his bedroom door shut I started rubbing against him, trying like hell to get ...