Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"Heathcliff!" I laughed out loud.

"That dog is from a very good line of Great Danes. So, we had to give him a very distinguished name. Is Heathcliff okay!"

"Beautiful," I giggled as the dog drove his huge dong in and out. The camera moved back to reveal the girl's expression. Gilda rolled her head on the pillow, her eyes going all directions.

"Ohhhh, fuck… fuck… tuck me, lover," she moaned as she threw her body up to meet the dog's driving thrusts. And when the moment of orgasm came, the dog flushed his juice in her pussy.

"He's coming… he's coming," she groaned and only the dog being gripped by her cunt was caught by the camera. "The End" flashed across the screen.

Rodney, turning to flick the projector off with one finger, continued his fingering me until I was turning and twisting and enjoying it. "You like that!" his eyes glistened.

"Sure… sure I do," I told him, "Ohhhh, I'm coming." He yanked his finger out, hastily crouched between my thighs and flung his tongue up my snatch. His hot, twitching tongue lashing away inside my box excited me no end. I gave him my hot juices unreservedly. My inhibitions were gone. I had truly gone Hollywood all the way, the wrong way no doubt, but at last I was a free fucker: ready to do anything or anyone.

When he finished eating me, he wiped his mouth…

"Baby, you're beautiful."

"So are you, luv", I lied to him. "Oh, Rodney, you've made my life so delicious. I was just a bored chick from nowhere until you came along."

"And now… "

"Now I live every moment to the utmost. I'm not afraid anymore. I can do anything sexually. Anything."

"Anything?" he grinned devilishly.

Throwing up my arms. I gasped, "Anything-you name it."

"How about Gilda?"

"Gilda?" I gulped. "You mean you want me to turn Lez and screw a woman?"

"No, no," Rodney broke up in gales of laughter. "Baby, I'd go out of my mind if a hot piece of pussy like you turned on women! No, sir. But, baby, we're in the movie business. Men dig seeing chicks make out. Why? I sure as hell don't know. But they do!"

"Find another chick to make out with Gilda," I snapped.

"But you told me you'd do anything… you said you were totally uninhibited."

"That was with men."

"Uninhibited means both," he said tightly. "All the other chicks who work in our flicks will do a scene with another female. Doesn't mean a thing. It's just play-acting."

"But what if I vomit?"

"Gilda's gorgeous, honey. She'd never make you vomit. Matter of fact I've already had three girls turn Lez after she did them in our movies."

"Well, I'm one chick you will never have to worry about turning on with women. I'm all woman, one hundred percent… from my cute little cunt, to my tight little ass to my hot mouth. All three have been fucked. I've sucked everything on men; their assholes, their balls, their dicks… but women, you can't make me… no amount of money would get me to fuck a woman."

"You're being defensive," Rodney laughed.

"Defensive?"

"Oh, yes, and you know what Sex-Father Freud says about that?"

"I haven't checked it out lately," I said angrily.

"Well, Freud says when anybody becomes defensive about any specific sex act, it is simply because the hidden desire is surfacing… doesn't that figure?"

"No… It doesn't," I snapped. "Don't think any clever argument would make me do Gilda… got it straight… I'm straight."

"That's too bad… yes, that's really too bad," he clucked his tongue, "I'd planned on giving you a thousand dollars, letting you wear masks so nobody would know it was you and calling it The Sucking Sisters. It would have been a big hit… and you would have been on your way financially and career wise."

"How in hell could it help my career?"

"Some horny producer or director or even millionaire who funds the porno flicks might dig you. If he wanted to skyrocket you to regular movie stardom, your scintillating performance might turn him on so he'd do it… too bad, oh, forget it."

"Well, when you put it to me like that… It's different."

"No… no, I won't have you do anything that goes against your grain… It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair-no matter how much it might mean to your career, no matter how much money you might make."

"Listen to me, Rodney," I insisted, "I was too hasty. I'm really not afraid to do a movie with a woman. I just don't dig that route. I'm straight and it does make me sick to think about two women fucking. But if it was just acting, and it could mean so much… I suppose I should forget foolish pride and… "

"Well, it's up to you… I won't insist on anything. It's your life… and you must do as you see fit."

"Well, Rodney, I see now why I should perform with Gilda. You can arrange it."

His arm wrapped around me and once more his lips found mine. He whispered, softly, "Oh, baby, you turn me on. I never had a chick who did the things you do to me. I can shoot my load just looking at you."

We fell asleep a few moments later, and once again as the early morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, I awoke by myself. I stepped into the hall and once more Tom, the houseboy was there.

"Good morning," he smiled nervously.

"Oh, good morning, Tom."

"He's gone… we can… we can fuck."

"I-I don't know if I should… I'm' supposed to work in a flick today, I think."

"He will be gone some time," Tom smiled. "He is trying to locate Gilda and he can't find her. She is a strange girl-goes into hiding tells nobody where she is. So, he will be gone. long time hunting.".

"I've got to brush my teeth, take a shower and freshen up."

"Alright," he said, coming into the bedroom and turning to put the double-bolt on the door. I didn't like the idea of risking Rodney's wrath.

Yet, if Tom blackmailed me and told Rodney I'd let him fuck me I'd be in trouble. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't, I thought.

I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, gargled and put on body splash. As I walked into the bedroom I saw Tom lying on his back, legs spread, penis standing up ripe and ready. "Come over here," he grinned. "I can't wait to give it to you."

I got over him, and quickly got between his legs. "I'll suck on it for a minute to get it ready," I told him.

"Then I want you to slide your cunt over my cock and you can ride it."

"I'd love that," I smiled. Then I bowed my head and pulled his penis to my. mouth. I touched the head of it with my tongue following it with wide, hot lashes. He thrust. It engulfed my mouth. I let him drive it in and out, letting my lower lip drag over the head. That always got them.

"Ohhh, suck me," he gasped. I massaged his balls and continued sucking on his tool while he thrust. I knew I couldn't keep it up long, or the prelude would become the main performance. He was gasping when I pulled off and came up for air.

"Get your cunt over it fast," he begged. I straddled him and slid my pussy over his pecker.

He reached out to grip my hips, guiding my thrusts.

"Oh, that's good screwing… I like that… now twist your ass around it."

Slowly I rotated my cunt around his cock, increasing my pace as I went on.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck it," I gasped as he rode me. His hands left my hips, reaching up to grasp my full breasts. He pinched the nipples excitedly.

"You are good fuck," he moaned, driving it up there faster and faster.

When he was almost there, his head rolled back and forth on the pillow, his eyes had a glazed, intensely excited expression and his fingers pinched my titties.

"Ohhhh, God, I can't stand it," he moaned, "I'm shooting. I'm coming, I'm coming."

He shot his load, and I ground around his joint, trying to force every drop of juice out of him.

"Give… give it to me," I demanded, rotating my ass faster and faster as his penis finished its hot creamy load.