Fred Bags a Porn Star

Once upon a time it would have been St. Valentine’s
Day, but ole Valentine had gotten a better deal
from Halmark than the Pope could give him; c’est la
vie. Nonetheless, not everyone was bitter that
bright and cheery day. Take Fred for instances.
Fred had planned a lovely evening with his
favourite porno starlet, the extremely busty Rhonda
Casabas.

Dinner, as those of you who know Fred, wasn’t much.
A little take out Chinese that he had picked up
just after he had picked up Rhonda. The ride home
extended to just a few minutes short of eternity
for Fred. While the smell of still warm Empress
Chicken and Beef with Garlic Sauce filled the car,
Rhonda sat in her seat quietly tempting Fred into
something rash. At every light, he struggled with
himself to keep from striping her so he could
examine every inch of her prefect form.

But he resisted.

He had promised himself a romantic evening for just
himself and Rhonda.

He would have that evening even if it killed him.

He served their meal at the table with his two best
(and only matched) plates. The rice and chicken and
beef were placed in individual serving bowls.
Candles graced the table. He dimmed the lights and
placed a little light jazz on his stereo.

Rhonda ate little of the food, and Fred touched
just slightly more. He felt nervous with
anticipation and just a little fear that he may not
be up to her high standards. She smiled at him as
pieces of chicken kept popping from between his
chopsticks. He giggled and joked at his clumsiness.
Her answering smile held him spell bound.

Fred finally cut the meal short. He went to
Rhonda’s chair. After a light kiss to her cheek, he
gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to
his (if you would believe this) recently cleaned
bedroom. After placing her on the bed without the
need of removing any dirty clothing, he stepped
away and marveled at the perfect form of her body.

It was amazing, he thought as he began to take off
his clothing. He did it slowly, just as he had
always imagined that he would. Wordlessly, he
watched his relaxed progress with wide-open eyes.
At last, though, he took off the tight silk briefs
that he had purchased just for such occasions and
his erection bobbed free from its confinement.

He settled next to her, and pushed aside one of the
straps of her camisole. Then, he slipped the other,
so that it fell away from her body only to be
caught on the obstructions of her breasts. He
tugged the lacy, red fabric down with one hand as
he planted kisses on her face. As he played with
one of her mounds, he at last brought his mouth to
hers, and his tongue entered her mouth.

After a long moment he broke the kiss away and got
to his knees. Kneeling above her, Fred began to
take the one-piece camisole slowly from Rhonda’s
compliant body. His fingers caressed her legs as he
inched her clothing away.

He stared silently at her naked body in wonder. It
was just as it was at the gang bang video where he
had shared her with those hundred some men. This
was different. This was special. Tonight, he would
share her with no one. Tonight, he reminded
himself, she was just with him and him alone.

Fred moved between Rhonda’s slightly opened legs
and started to lick at her tight opening. When he
felt that she was wet enough, he pulled his body up
against hers. He entered her with one drawn out
thrust of his hips until his scrotum touched
against her.

He enjoyed the tightness of her pussy momentarily,
before need drove him to start fucking her. At
first, he used short, spaced thrusts, but he could
hold himself back only so long. His motions became
more insistent and less controlled. His animal-like
behavior brought no protests from Rhonda, however.
If anything, the squeals and sighs that came form
her only added to the desire that Fred felt.

Fred soon sensed that his time had come. Still, he
knew that they had all night. He gave into the
growing feeling in his balls and increased the
pounding he was giving his favourite porn star. At
last, he could take no more, and his body exploded
in orgasm.

He shot wad after wad into Rhonda’s abused cunt.
Losing all control, he lowered his mouth to her ear
and bit into as his dick pulsed. She seemed to
bounce back to him with each of his last thrusts.
Then, there was a pop.

Rhonda slowly sagged as Fred went through the last
of his convulsions. Her loss of form accompanied a
soft hissing sound. Finally, his orgasm ended just
as the last of the air in Rhonda had escape.

Fred looked down at the now deflated rubber doll.
Only the hard rubber breasts and the life-like
vagina were left anywhere near the appearance of a
woman.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “at least it was fun while it
lasted.”