Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"Jeeez, she's a great one," he said, "we should do a flick entitled The Hot Mouth and star her."

It didn't take long until I felt his penis shooting it's load.

"Suck… suck that cock," he demanded as he shot his wad. I gulped his juices down, enjoying every slurp-suck second of it.

And then there was the next pecker, pushing in my mouth before I'd gotten over the shock of the last cock.

"Eat that dick, little darlin'," the man with the southern accent demanded. "That's it… eat my joint, honey, suck it off."

He didn't take as long as the last guy and was he loaded. He splashed his sperm down my throat, and I gulped his juicy seed down greedily.

And the next man was there, flicking his fucker in my face.

"You gettin' a lot of hot cock," he said. His huge black penis pushed down my throat so far I thought I'd strangle on his dick.

I reached for his black balls and jiggled them as I sucked. I noticed the hair around his cock was tight, black and curly. But above all, I noticed the lusty way he thrust his black penis down my throat.

"You like that black prick?" he laughed. "See her go… eat that cock… eat that black dick."

I reached up to pull his firm, round buttocks to me. He liked it when I touched him and closed in.

"Suck… suck… suck that cock," he demanded. In and out he thrust his huge tool. His body was sweating now, his hands reached out to grip my head as he drove it down my throat. I slid one finger up his black asshole, then he exploded in my mouth.

"Eat it up," he panted, "eat it… don't it taste good?"

His creamy thick cum poured down my throat as he finished unloading.

As he pulled his black tool out of my mouth, I saw that I'd cleaned the cock off completely.

The men were leaving now and soon Rodney and I were the only ones there.

"I guess we better go, baby," he grinned, "you sure made it a big hit with the crew today."

"They made a big hit with me," I told him flatly. "I never knew I could take on so many cocks."

"I didn't know you could either," he grinned.

I got dressed quickly and, while I was brushing my hair with a small hand brush I always carry in my purse, spotted Rodney hunting for some film reels.

"What are you looking for?" I asked him.

"A couple of flicks you ought to see," he said, otherwise ignoring me until he found what he wanted.

"Ahhh, here they are," he sighed, "I'm glad I found them."

"You want me to see them?"

"Tonight you should… It gives you a chance to develop your technique… "

"Acting technique?"

"Fucking technique," he said firmly. "After all, what this old world needs is better communication-can you think of a better way to communicate than sexual intercourse?"

We had been at the studio so long that the sun had set long ago and the night stars glistened in a clear sky. As we glided down the Ventura Freeway, making a quick curving turn onto the San Diego Freeway, I saw a myriad lights glittering in the valley below, and the sparkling lights dotting the hillside where the homes with their commanding valley views were coming to life in the cool of the night.

"Does it always cool off at night in Southern California?"

"Always," Rodney smiled. "When the smog lifts, and the night air becomes cool, there isn't anyplace that's nicer. Perfect nighttime swimming climate, great for fucking."

"You certainly like to do your share of screwing, don't you?"

"You bet your sweet ass I do," he grinned.

As we pulled into the hillside mansion, I saw Tom the houseboy, glancing through a shutter. I wondered if he was wondering when we'd make it home for dinner or if he was anxious to get another fuck.

When we came in the door, Tom rushed over to us. "Good evening… I wondered what happened to you. Dinner has been ready for some time."

"I am starved," Rodney admitted. "After a hard day's work at the studio I need a drink first, however."

Tom quickly prepared him his scotch on the rocks and turned to me. "What will you have?"

"Bourbon and seven," I told, him. Then we had our drinks and went into the dining room for dinner. After dinner, Rodney suggested, "Let's look at the movies in my bedroom."

"I always enjoy a good show."

"Well, this is a very good show," he assured me. "I think you'll dig it."

When we were safely in his room, with the doors locked, he turned to say, "You'll be more comfortable in the nude. Let's watch it on the bed; in the nude."

"You think of everything, don't you!"

"I sure as hell try," he chuckled. He had set the projector up and soon the machine flashed the color film.

"What a clever title… She Loved Her Dog Too Much!" I laughed.

"Wait'll you see this dog… ohhh, he was a beautiful fucker. We got some great shots."

A sharp-looking redhead was shown doing some wild dancing in a topless joint. She was throwing her bare tits about in wild abandon. The men were drooling, as she ground her ass. A rhinestone g-string covered her pussy and when she belted her butt, only the strings from the g-string were showing in her otherwise bare asshole.

"That's Gilda," he said, pulling my naked body over to him and feeling me down there.

"Gilda sure knows how to grind her ass," I observed.

"Oh, yes, she does… one of the best strippers on Main Street… caught her act one night and hired her for a movie."

"Did it help her career?"

"Well, it sure did. Gilda ground her ass in sixteen porno pictures for us."

"That's nice," I said, noting how the camera zoomed in on her snatch.

"Just wait till you see the next scene," he said fingering my cunt excitedly. "She tops everything."

When the next scene flashed on the screen, it was difficult to determine precisely what Rodney meant. A completely dressed Gilda was walking into her all-white apartment.

"The guy who did that set 'liked white," I laughed.

"White symbolizes purity," he smiled.

"But Gilda doesn't," I told him, completely confused by the symbolism concept.

"That's just it… contrast… Glida's body symbolizes freak sex, far-out, off-beat, kinky stuff. So, it is most appropriate she appears in a white setting, to offset her dark sex appetites."

"Well, when you put it that way, I can understand," I had to agree. But Gilda didn't let you give much thought to the set, for no sooner did she flit into the room fully dressed than she began stripping.

Throwing a shoe here, a shoe over there, she dramatized her strip, doing it so casually it didn't seen one bit hammy.

"That girl is clever," I had to admit.

"Just wait till you see how clever," he commanded knowingly. Soon Gilda was bare-ass naked. Her body was beautiful. She stood admiringly in front of a mirror and massaged her breasts. Then, she reached down to shove a finger in her cunt. I knew how that felt, for Rodney's finger hadn't quit working at my clit since the film started unwinding.

When she opened a door, a Great Dane bounded into the otherwise white bedroom.

"Oh, my God, she's a dog fucker too," I gasped, unable to hold back the laughter.

"Gilda is diversified… that's true," Rodney admitted, his finger flicking faster by the moment apparently he was getting all worked up over the dog-screwing scene.

She got on the king-size fuzzy white bedspread, and flung her legs apart. Once more, the camera zoomed in to a tight twat shot. The dog straddled her. His huge prong stuck out like a dagger.

Reaching for his penis, she pulled it to her gash. Once she got just the tip of it inside her slit, she had to do no more. Mom Nature supplied Great Dane with all the screwing instincts to see it through to orgasm at that climactic moment.

"Fuck me… ohhhhh, Heathcliff… fuck me," she moaned.