Fun Facts about Fucking - Sex Stories

Fun Facts about Fucking

... she was on display like that? Did she care?

"Why don't we stick around here and take some photos?" I had thought to bring my camera and a few strobes hoping for a chance to add some beach shots for my portfolio. So far all that gear had been collecting dust in the well packed camera bag that was still sitting in my room.

Lisa asked, "what did you have in mind?"

"Your butt crack is inspiring me to shoot some pinups, if that's not too much of a request.

She was a natural exhibitionist. Never turned down a request to pose. We started out doing softcore Playboy but evolved to hardcore Hustler in the last few months. I could detect the barest hint of a blush at the prospect of doing anything like that with another guy around.

She raised an eyebrow and said, "...and you think Dave is just going to sit around while we shoot?"

"Nah, we can use him. Maybe he could be the pizza boy getting seduced by the voracious MILF?"

She covered her mouth for a suppressed laugh and rolled her eyes at the prospect. In a moment she plopped down onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him, the cleavage from her boobs swaying dangerously close to his face.

"You mean like this?" she said. Unapologetically flaunting her sexual prowess.

I honestly hadn't expected her to move that fast. My cock got instantly hard and started to rub against the fabric of my cycling shorts. Those things were skin tight. It was silly how embarrassingly obvious I was.

Dave was blushing bright ...

... red. He pointed his chin at my cock, trying to punch its way out of my shorts..."I guess that would be better than playing board games for a change, no?"

Fun fact #3. Porn isn't like reality. In porn the transition from the setup that puts the characters in the same room to the actual start of depravity usually takes less than a minute. Cue the bad 70's music and they're off to the races. In real life this wasn't the case at all. Lisa sat on Daves lap, slowly grinding her ass onto his lap while he cautiously felt her boobs, first from the outside of her suit then, testing his limits, sweeping the cups and bra straps aside and letting her breasts fall out where he finally could get a decent squeeze. But in the middle of all this, she was still trying to serve lunch, issuing orders to turn off the burners, get something to drink, bring things to the table.

And of course the fucking phone had to ring at that very moment with a call from my office. The guy they hired as my clueless replacement was in over his head and had issues I couldn't avoid helping him deal with. I watched helplessly as the two of them continued to feel each other up, Dave's hand reaching down to rub her pussy as she shoved her hips back and forth trying to amplify the sensations.

"Yeah, yeah... I'm sure the contract specified delivery of first round of creative is scheduled for next week but the actual launch isn't until a month later..."

Dave was nuzzling her neck while the phone had me tethered ...