The Erotic Pen
- Genre: Steamy Stories (18+)
- Age: 18+
- Status: Completed
- Language: English
- Author: Yukides
It was yet another extraordinary film by young Aaron Skiez. The art director occasionally directed movies that enticed men in a different level. Upon the encouragement, the man begins banging her even harder, the room growing hot and fuzzy with smell of sex.
Theme: Gang bang in the snooker game hall.
"Cut! That was great." Hiding the boner under his pants, Aaron wipes the sweat from his forehead and smiles at the actress who was assisted to stand up by one of the actors.
Aaron was tired for the day, he should have expected something else when he was about to go home. To his girlfriend. He was glad he completed the film before the said time.
Aaron opens the door with the keys jiggling upon his arrival. The door squeaks open, but his heart pinches when loud noises come from his bedroom.
"What the—" dropping all his belongings on the immediate floor, he rushes up to see his girlfriend riding atop a tan man, all with her vigor. He didn't know what to do.
As much as his heart wanted to confront her and slap some sense into her, his feet wasn't coordinating with his brain. The sight itself was shocking to the man. He couldn't even utter a word out. Never in a million years did he think his sweet and loving girlfriend would do such a thing to him.
Firstly, he didn't even want to believe that it was his own betraying girlfriend.
He runs away from the place. Only did the gasp and steps of a person running out stopped the two passion birds from their activity.
He runs, he runs. He doesn't know where he's going.
He stumbles upon a motel, a nice red themed attraction for the heartbroken.
"Two vodka shots please." He hides his tears under the glass of beer he's holding as he orders. The tears won't stop and he was frustrated beyond imagination. He squints his eyes and looks beyond the sweaty bodies grinding on each other.
He sees cabins.
Ugh, my head is spinning. I'm not walking in a straight line but that's quite alright. I just grabbed the entire bottle and paid him extra for what this aged alcohol deserves. My buttons were loosened by some who wanted to flatten me on their beds, but something interests me more.
I stumble on all four cabins, pink highlighted ribbons falling down from the ceiling, acting like the curtain. Three of the men inside the cabins individually were doing women down their throats, but one of them is not.
In fact, she was not a male.
"Oh, sorry. All cabins are being used." I say, the woman looking through translucent glasses to confirm. Well, I'd sit here even if she shooed me away. She was interesting to me. Particularly because she was seriously working on some stuff. Papers scattered on the liquor filled table and laptop on her thick thighs.
"What's a study beauty sitting here for?" I ask, she adjusts her spectacles.
"Shouldn't bother you." Oof. Her crazy silky accent is making me hard again. I almost moan in pleasure, but I'm caught in my loud thoughts. "Do you find me attractive?" She doesn't even lift her head up. I'm not the perfect person to answer her, but I scoot over and smell her neck. Is she the sex God I always dreamt about? I could see her cleavage and it was completely full, unlike my half-breasted girlfriend.
"I do, angel." I smuttily whisper in her ear. Oh, I want to lick her, but I was conscious enough to seek her permission, even through indirect cues if possible. I begin biting my lips and check out every inch of her body.
She's the perfect natural beauty and I can say she has no implants. I thought God stopped manufacturing such masterpieces, but I'm proved wrong today.
I jump when her soft, delicate hand starts rubbing my growing length through my jeans. Oh, there it goes. Feeling relaxed from all the atrociousness I've seen for today, I let her have her way with me.
Soon, her nakedness was bouncing on my body and I've perfected every one of her spots. She tightens around me after awhile and I lose it.
"Don't worry. I'm on control pills." Says she. This has to be the best day of my life and the best orgasm I've had in a century.
Groaning, holding her thick waist, I empty myself in her small pu**y. It was juicy at this point and her panting on my chest like a small puppy reminded me of all the porn films I've directed.
I should've asked her permission to record us.
If we did, we would have made millions.
As a man, I've never once wavered but this one time, my whole body shudders as a low growl forms in my chest. She climbs up to take my soft Cock out of her hole as it makes a pop sound. I've never been so addicted to the sounds and pops ever before.
I smirk at the two men, with bottles in their hands and their stances too leisure. They were stroking themselves, hands in their pants. As i said, this would have been the greatest porn film I would have ever directed in my life. Shall i recreate this scene with my actors?
I probably shouldn't.
I'll be selfish this time and not show the world this peak of my life. My sweaty body is looked down upon her accentuated gaze. Even with the spectacles on her nose, she looked absolutely stunning and a hint of adorableness seen. She is absolutely beautiful. I want to touch her cute yet sexy face.
But, I remember something. No more falling in love. I've had enough of everything, deliberately.
I sigh and pinch her waist to see if she will react to my request.
"Sorry. I might be heavy for you." She apologizes, but that wasn't what I meant.
"I'm sorry, but I would always love you to straddle my waist and let me be your throne. I'd like to correct you, you're not fat." I say sternly, she giggles. Oh boy, God are you testing me?
"Thank you for that." I hate how she is being so formal with me even when she gave me the best night of my life. Wait, how long did I take to climax again? Less than 10 mins?
This is... a record...
I watch the woman dress herself and be approached by the two men who were similarly enticed by her. She shooed them away with one word.
"No." I never knew a simple two letter word can be said with such terror that they scram off like ants. Anyhow, she turns to me, having gathered all her things and laughs at how my d!ck was up again. That's right. It's up again because I can't stop longing for the feeling of excitement she have provided me for the past 10 minutes. I wanted her to fuck me as many times she wants. I want to be her sex slave.
Is that too far a wish?
Let's be reasonable to her. I'll say her the truth.
"Hey!" I stand up, feeling slightly dizzy and sleepy because my whole body felt good. She turns around with her brown hair in tandem of her movements and gives me the slightest smile, "If we can, can we meet here again?" I ask greedily, touching her chin.
"If fate allows it." She simply answers, walking away.
That was unexpected of her.
I bite down on my bottom lip, staring at her plumpous ass as she walks away. She knows I'm staring. And so, she leaves into the sea of drunks and addicts on the stage.
"Wait!" It was too late. At the end of the day, I couldn't ask for her name nor take her number.
What I didn't know was that she is the person I've been chasing since day 1 of my career.
Ravine. The famous pornographic script writer, world renowned. If only I could have taken her number and gained access to success. If only... I kissed her sweet lips and remembered the flavor forever.
They days past and I am here as a director again. At last, I convinced myself to not recreate that scene nor think about it too. But lately, I ducked a few girls in my campus— yes I'm still a student— but none of them felt as good as her.
They all started preferentially with a blow job that I even refused for some. She didn't. That woman, slightly older than myself didn't give me a blow job. She directly climbed atop of me and started pumping herself on me.
We didn't even need lube at that moment. She was wet like a snail. But the other girls... we needed lube twice or even thrice and I even lost my temper at one.
I was coming back home, drained and exhausted and frustrated. I wanted to be left alone this weekend and hence cancelled all my plans and schedules. Suddenly, the doorbell goes off at 10 in the night and I am left puzzled.
Who might this be? Was this regarding a script or something?
I have the habit of not using the peephole so I opened the door quickly. To my unpleasant surprise, it was my stinky cheater ex.
Her eyes and nose red, in a sweater and teary glistening eyes. I was honestly so irritated to even look in her direction.
"What?" I bark, indirectly telling her to fuck the hell off.
"I-I'm sorry. Please take me back!" She screams, making a small commotion outside my house. What does she even take me as? I scoff, almost getting intentions of killing her and burying her b0dy, but morality stops me from doing that.
"How low are you for a woman? Oh, let me guess. The guy you slept with fucked a girl right in front of you and looked at you in the eye and said he doesn't love you. Or better, he made you Suck his d!ck to go put it in someone else's pussy—" my cheek stings sharply.
My head turned away, I look at her and control myself from breaking her neck with one little squeeze. Control yourself, Aaron. Control...
"What the fuck is wrong with you!? I just realized I love you!" She screams again. Huh?
"You wouldn't have enjoyed fucking that man in my house, my bed and still have the audacity to talk to me like that. Understood? Now get lost and live a life of a prostitute because you fucking deserve that shit. I'm cursing you better things than actual death. Now get lost." I push her away and close the door immediately before she could protest or stop me from closing the door.
Well, she didn't deny the fact that her 'boyfriend' cheated on her.
Suddenly, I begin smiling.
Jeez. I've never felt so happy before!
Am I going insane? I feel so happy for her life now!