Jason Cannon: Marcy in heat

He flicked a switch and the worn was completely dark. "I love home movies. I make them myself because I can star in them."

Then she heard a switch turned on, and suddenly the screen lit up with his face. He was revealed entirely nude.

He began playing with his limp cock until it was somewhat erect, and then displayed it for the camera. Marcy felt movement beside her. He had removed his clothing and was rapidly masturbating.

"It's a nice cock, isn't it?" he said, grinning at her like a wild man. "Isn't it?"

She nodded.

"I really got a nice cock. You wanna touch it?"

"If you want me to," Marcy said tentatively.

"I don't cum," he said.

"Should I take my clothes off?" Marcy asked. "If you want to," he replied.

"I don't understand," she replied. "Do you want to fuck me with my clothes on?"

"Oh, I don't want to fuck you," he said. "I never do that. You're dirty. I wouldn't stick my beautiful cock inside you. No… no… no, I would never do that. I just masturbate and I want you to watch me. You'll like it. I'm beautiful. I come real good… you just watch. You're dirty."

And you're crazy, Marcy thought as she watched him go through wild pounding gyrations with his cock. Jesus, was there anybody in the world who wasn't a kook?

"I… a, have to go to the bathroom," she said. "Huh?"

"I… a, bathroom." She raised her voice, trying to get through to him.

"Yeah… sure, out there off the hall. But hurry… I want you to watch me come."

"Sure, sure…" she said, "you just hang on."

She slipped off the couch, found her purse and left.

That night she got a hotel room. She curled up in bed after a hot bath and turned on the television.

And there he was.

Bruce Moran was on a local talk show.

Her mind raced… he would give her a job, and he would give her the kicks and the sex she wanted.

He would be her salvation.

She got the television station on the phone and asked if the show she was watching was live.

It was.

She dressed quickly and took a cab to the station.

"I'm sorry, Miss," the guard said, "Mr. Moran says he doesn't know a Marcy Whalen."

"But he would if he saw me," Marcy begged. "Please, if you'll just…"

"I'm sorry, Miss Whalen, but… wait, wait, you can't go down there!"

Marcy had seen Bruce emerge from the studio.

"Don't jack it too fast," he said, bending his head to her ear and nibbling on the lobe. "I might shoot all over your dress."

"I'd like that," she said.

"You are some kind of cunt, Marcy. Where the fuck have you been? Ohhhhh, careful with the head, I'll came, sure as shit!"

"It feels so good," she sighed into his neck.

"It'll feel even better inside you," he said.

Her skin was on fire with anticipation as he pulled down the zipper on the back of her dress and slid it off her body. Her tits, the nipples hard and pink, danced in the light.

They had gone to his hotel room. He told her that he was only in town for one night, and that he was leaving the business. He told her that he had finally found what he was looking for.

She heard none of it. She could think only of him, his cock, the security he gave her just being there.

"What do you want?" she said.

"What?" he gasped, his hands caressing her billowing breasts.

"Tell me!" she said.

"I want you," he replied.

"No," she said, a tone of command coming into her voice. "Tell me what you want! Tell me what you want to do to me!"

"I… I want…" he stammered, his mind mesmerized by the fullness, the softness, the perfection of her naked body. "I want to suck your cunt. I want to slip my tongue inside it and suck the juices from it. I want to fuck you everywhere – between your tits, in your ass, in your cunt. I want to suck your tits. I want to do everything to you."

She smiled as she kissed him and fisted his cock again, feeling the long muscle fairly leap in her hand.

She liked what he said. It excited her and made her feel even more of the mature, free woman she wanted to be.

Together they sank to the bed, her hand instinctively closing tighter around the rigid shaft of his cock. Back and forth went her hand on his cock, sending even greater chills of excitement through his loins. He kneaded her ample breasts furiously and sucked first one nipple and then the other deep into his mouth.

He ran his fingers up and down the slit of her cunt, soaking his whole hand with her hot juices. Then without warning, he slipped a finger inside her, shoving it clear up to the last knuckle and grinding it.

She lifted her hips and molded her clitoris against the heel of his hand and urged him to put a second, even a third finger up her pulsating channel.

His manipulations sent her body into wild spasms. Suddenly her cries and moans of passion intensified. She urged his hand and fingers to greater and faster efforts. Her eyes seemed to roll backward in their sockets as her head flailed back and forth, the black mane of her hair swirling around both their heads and shoulder.

Her hands sought and found the insides of her thighs. She raised and bent her legs until the wails of her cunt spread wide, sucking and pulling his fingers until they formed a fist buried to the last knuckle deeply inside her flaming, dripping cunt.

Furiously, her hips bucked upward, splitting her spread cunt with his thrusting fist, until, with a great sigh and a final wrench of her body, she came. Great streams of pussy juice flowed across his hand, over the insides of her thighs, and down the parted crack of her ass.

"More?" he said.

"One come is never enough for me," she said, "you know that. I still want your cock, Bruce. Jesus, more than ever I wanted it, all of it."

She had it made now. Everything was going to be all right. Bruce would take care of her.

"Do you always want my cock, Marcy?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"I'll take care of you, Marcy," he said. "But first, you must do something for me."

"Anything," she replied. "I'll do anything."

"Anything I tell you?"

"Yes."

"Then, get down on the floor, Marcy… that's it. You obey very well."

"What!"

"Obey. You obey me very well."

Her mind started swimming. Something was happening to her. She felt she was going around in a circle.

"Everything will always be all right as long as you obey, Marcy. Tomorrow we'll leave… we're going to live with my brother in a wonderful place, Marcy. You'll like it… and you'll like my brother. His name is… Jason."