Our Porn

One year ago, I started my website and began posting stories. This story was posted as a guest blog with Wicked Wednesday before my website was up and running. It is hard to believe I’ve been writing a year. What a ride! Thank you all for reading and commenting. I look forward to what this year brings.  Dr. J.

“I want to see the round and juicy parts. I’m a visual person,” said James.

“Yeah and I’m the auditory person. Give me murmurs, gasps, and groans. I want the nuances of the body speaking,” said Camille.

“So where does that leave us in selecting a porn film for tonight?”

They sat across from each other at the partner’s desk. Each one had a computer open. They had reviewed films for a while. Camille wondered if they had reached an impasse.

“Maybe we can discuss the finer points about what we like,” said Camille. “I’d be willing to start.”

James pinched his lips between his fingers, thinking. “This could be a futile exercise.”

“Oh, you have no faith. We agreed to find porn we both liked. I know it can happen. What if we each did a little more research and then shared our likes when we’re done?”

“I can work with that. Any particular parameters?”

Camille perked up. “How about we narrow the scope to real people in meaningful relationships having sex?”

“Okay, let’s select our favorite video which combines great visuals for me and sexy sounds that will drive you crazy.”

“That sounds good.”

“I have a request, though; can we search for the films naked?” James’ eyes pleaded.

“Hmm, how naked? I have this great new garter belt and stockings sans panties that would make me feel sexy while I look.  You want to see?”

Camille shimmied out of her skirt.  She showcased the lingerie as if she were a model. She struck poses highlighting her exposed ass, long legs, and mostly, her bare pussy.

Appreciative noises came out of James like he was experiencing erotic pleasure for the first time. He knew his sounds glided over Camille’s skin like touch arousing every erogenous area. “Oh, yeah. Hmmmmmm. Oh God.  Huhhh.”

Camille walked to his side of the partner’s desk and slid his computer over. She laid face down on top of the desk and hiked her derriere in the air for his personal inspection.  She knew how to get James revved up.

“What do you think, babe? Does it fit? Can I wear it while we search for videos?”

James thought Camille had a world class ass. If it were a hotel, it would have a five-star rating. He delighted in her creamy, white flesh accented with the royal blue garters and white stockings. She looked like a gift secured with silk, lace, and ribbons.

“I need to check more carefully,” he growled.

James rose, and his chair creaked. Camille shivered. He toed off his shoes and shucked off his shirt. When Camille heard the shirt swish to the floor, she knew her pussy gushed. James ran a finger up the edge of a garter. He snapped it and watched goosebumps rise on Camille’s beautiful ass. James smiled when he heard her suck in a quick breath.

“You look delicious spread across our big, hard desk. You’re going to fuck me good tonight.” Both his hands stroked along the garters.  He slipped fingers between her legs enjoying her wetness.

Camille spread herself wider, but James made her wait. With one hand, he turned the computer facing him and pressed buttons. With his other hand, he slid fingers up and down her drenched folds.

“Too many clothes James. Take more off.”  He leaned over her and rubbed his chest all the way up her back until he was level with her shoulders. James positioned his lips by her ear. His ragged breathing echoed in the room. Camille’s sex driven symphony commenced. She ground her gorgeous, round butt into his crotch.

“My zipper will be coming down next. What else do you have for me to see?” whispered James.

James stood, and so did Camille.  She turned and faced him. Watching his steady eyes, Camille unbuttoned her blouse. At the bra edge, she ran her fingers over her breasts. The pitch and cadence of his breathing provided stimulation to her ears.  Determined to conduct this work, Camille matched his breathing with her heaving. She readied for his breathing tempo change as she dropped the blouse and displayed her succulent breasts encased in sheer, white fabric.  Rolling her shoulders back and forth allowed James to watch the sway of her breasts. “Didn’t you say something about a zipper?”

James smirked. Camille gave him exactly what he wanted. Moving around her, James pressed another button on the computer.  Then he reached up and yanked the cups of the bra down causing each breast to spring out. Camille gasped. James affixed his mouth to her erect nipple as he pulled his zipper down. Working intentionally, he caused each metallic click to reverberate in the room.

Camille moved to the rhythm of the zipper clicks as if she were being unzipped. James sucked and slurped each nipple to the beat of her body movements. Grabbing the sides of his pants, Camille pushed them off his hips. When they passed his knees, he sank into the office chair bringing Camille down on his lap in a straddle.

“Shall I lean back a little more for maximum viewing pleasure?” said Camille.

“Oh yeah, baby, your tits do it for me every time.”

“I thought you were an ass man?”

James chuckled and used that smooth as bourbon southern drawl to drive Camille insane. “If it’s round, warm, and accessible, then life is good darlin’.”

“Oh James, get going.”

James lifted Camille onto his rock hard penis. When she sucked him inside her, his grunt caused whistling air to hiss through his teeth. He settled her ass on his thighs. “Bounce baby, give it to me hard.” He leaned back into the chair taking in this vision. She locked her eyes on him as he pressed another button on the computer. He anticipated her response.

The room filled with a menagerie of sex sounds played in surround-sound. Camille found herself in the middle of many wild and lustful, mating rituals. Her nostrils flared, and she grabbed James by the shoulders and rode him like a pent up rodeo star riding the prize bull.  She bounced her breasts in his face just like he liked it.

When orgasms took them both, Camille wrapped her arms around James. He nuzzled her neck and cheek and gently caressed her back. They shared a soft, warm kiss. The sounds subsided, and James closed the computer.

“Holy cow James, you are a computer sex doctor. You recorded and played back, how many? How did you do that? It was incredible.”

“Which part?”

“You know which part. That was what… three or four of our videos over the last month with all those sounds and nasty words.”

“Pretty sweet, huh?”

“Yeah, but how?”

“I’m a video guru. I knew you would request relationship porn and I know what you like. Whose porn could be better than ours?”

“We are pretty impressive.”

“Now Camille, it’s your turn to decide. Upload today’s video or keep it just for us?”

“Upload. What number is this one?”

“Our Porn #190.”

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