Free or fucked up? (closed)

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna had trouble sleeping. She tossed and turned, going over in her mind the events of the day and brooding over if she’d made the right decision. She could still change her mind, she thought. Without daddy’s money – if he went through with his threat – she would have to find work, that was a dead cert. Was she ready for that? Well maybe it was time to stand on her own two feet.

But she would have no support. Her mother would be livid, and Sunday church and family dinner would be unbearable. Her father was angry now, but she was daddy’s girl and she knew in the long run he would be saddened to lose her this way. Sanna was pretty sure her mom had put pressure on her dad about the money. It was just like her. Oh god. What to do?

Waking up alone in bed didn’t make matters better. Tom was already gone, he’d put his head in the doorway before leaving for Uni but she’d pretended to be asleep. There was also an aching in her, and Sanna knew exactly what it meant and why – what she’d witnessed yesterday filled her with a desire and a sexual yearning that was not going away. But she refused to give into it. It would’ve been so easy to masturbate now, think about those black guys, rub herself to the images of Juan’s dangling cock and his hard and aggressive pounding. And then she would feel a bit better, more relaxed. But no, that would be giving into porn, she decided. Confirming it’s strong effect on her. That was not a good way to go…

So for all intents and purposes still undecided which way to go right now, she headed out to Angel Studios. Sanna wondered if her father was watching her, checking if she obeyed him or not. It was preposterous – of course he wasn’t – but she was pretty sure he would be reaching out to Tom to ask if his daughter had gone in to the studio today. Sanna wasn’t convinced that her bawling out of her boyfriend last night would make any difference – he was probably more scared of her father than of her.

As she approached the entrance, there was Juan! He stood there on the sidewalk, grinning and holding a basket.

“Hello! Sanna yes? We met yesterday? We go on a trip, orders from up there. Check out a place. You can interview on the way, yes?”

Juan pointed his finger up the façade of the building to indicate where the order came from. He was dressed in a crazy pair of jeans that sat tight round his pelvis, with a visible outline of his penis. Sanna looked at it, probably a fraction of a second too long. And he had a shirt on, well it was hardly on, buttoned down halfway and her eyes took in his toned, bronzed chest and a gold necklace gleaming in the sunlight. He was wearing sunglasses and so was she.

Juan bent forward as she approached and kissed her on the cheek. The kiss was just slightly too intense for comfort, and he even put both his hands on her hips. Sanna pulled back and pushed her sunglasses up on to her head. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans too, white. And a light-blue tanktop.

“Well… I’d like to interview you, sure. But a trip? Are you…”
Juan interrupted her. “Yes yes. Check with Danny if you like?”

Juan started walking, his hand on her elbow. Sanna didn’t want to check with Danny, as they’d left things yesterday, she thought it was probably a good idea to stay out of his way for a while. God... she’d slapped him.

“No no.. it’s ok…”

They walked round the building to where a black Jeep Wrangler was parked, and they got in and drove off. Juan informed her where they were heading and then started talking about himself with that accent that Sanna found amusing and quite charming. There was no need for her to ask any questions and even if she’d tried, it would have been impossible. No, Juan was doing all the talking and the asking of questions also.

They were soon on the 101 going west, driving fast and Juan giving Sanna his whole life story and his ‘fantastic’ porn career. His only complaint was that he thought his English stopped him from getting any lines – “they just want my cock, you know?”. He laughed, grabbed his crotch and Sanna couldn’t help herself and looked down, seeing the big shaft clearly under the denim. Their eyes met for a second. Sanna turned away, putting her elbow by the window and resting her hand against her forehead. She looked out, feeling something stirring inside. Juan asked her about her family, her boyfriend, her studies. He asked her if she enjoyed watching him fuck. Sanna didn't know what to answer, mainly because she didn't want him to know the truth ("Yes i did"), but also because she had no intention of giving poor Juan a lecture about pornography's role in society. So she just smiled. To which Juan replied:

"Oh yeah, baby... that good...?" He laughed, and his laugh was so contagious Sanna couldn't help but laugh as well.

They arrived after just over an hour drive, pulling up outside a beautiful house in a nice neighborhood. It was the kind of place Sanna was well acquainted with, her uncle had a house up here and she’d been there several times – just a month ago they’d had Sunday lunch up here after church. She wondered to herself what they were doing here – checking out a location ok but what was there to check?

“What you think? Could we shoot porn here?” Juan asked as they stepped inside, slamming the door shut behind them. The house was furnished but it didn’t seem like anyone lived here. Juan answered her query.

“We borrow it from some rich guy who Danny know… Let’s check out kitchen”.

They went to the kitchen and Sanna leaned up against a counter and looked out of the window to the big garden with a nice pool. She wondered what more to ask him, what else he could say about the industry and about Angel Studios...

Juan looked at her, the innocent brunette with the freckles and the big butt. Standing there now, her back facing him. That amazing ass in those tight, white jeans...

And that’s when Juan made his move.

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan felt that the day was going really well. He'd made conversation all the way over in the Jeep and even though his English was not perfect, there was a connection with Sanna. Maybe he'd talked a bit too much about himself, but it was good practice and Sanna was hot. Somehow he just wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to fuck her too, for sure, but not just fuck and move onto the next slut. Sanna was different. Smart and pretty and vulnerable and more sophisticated than the girls he spent time with. Sanna was a girl he could take home to his madre.

And when he'd asked Sanna if she enjoyed watching him fuck, she'd looked all cute and sheepish, and they'd laughed together. Juan tried to remember the last time he'd laughed with a girl. He regretted that Danny had made him fuck Erica yesterday and not Hannah. Erica had sobbed after he'd fucked her. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, whatever, but Danny didn't allow it. And then Osvaldo had got to fuck Hannah who was much more fun. Maybe if this thing he wanted to happen with Sanna didn't happen, he could make something happen with Hannah.

Now they were alone together in this big house Juan wasn't quite sure why Danny had sent he and Sanna to check it out. Danny mostly filmed in the studio except for the one time fucking in the vacant lot behind the Walmart. He would show that place to Sanna on the way home. Danny must trust him, he thought. It made him smile. Not just a big cock, but a trusted employee.

Sanna was leaning on the kitchen counter looking out at the garden and pool.

"So what do you know about porn? Is the house a good place to fuck?" Juan asked.

Sanna turned and smiled again.

"Maybe upstairs?" Juan said.

Sanna shrugged, then followed him to the stairs.

"Ladies first," Juan said, pleased to get the phrase right. He made an exaggerated gesture to indicate he would follow. And then he walked a few paces behind, luxuriating in the way her ass twisted inside her tight white jeans, and the blue tank top lifted as she walked and exposed her midriff across her back.

When they reached the top of the stairs Sanna entered the first doorway on her right, which turned out to be the master suite. It was a big room which contained a kingsize bed, fully made up. And mirrored walls and ceiling. Sanna laughed nervously, and Juan couldn't help but put his hand lightly on her shoulder. She fitted neatly under his arm.

"It is much nicer than the studio," he said. "I think we will tell Danny we want to fuck here."

Sanna muttered agreement, putting her hand down on the bed. It was a water bed, the sheets bending away from them alluringly. Juan was unsure what to do next. At the studio he simply fucked girls when Danny told him to fuck them. But in the art of seduction he felt out of practice. What did smart, sophisticated American girls like boys to do? Words and phrases spun in his head. Sanna made no attempt to step out from under his arm. If anything, Juan felt she was cosying up to him. He leaned down and smelled her hair, hoping she would feel his breath on the back of her head. Finally the words came to him.

"Sanna, do you want to fuck?"

 

[SannaBlonde82]

“What?? No…”

Sanna looked at Juan in amazement. She couldn’t recall if anyone had expressed themselves like that to her. Had Tom ever asked if she wanted to fuck? Yeah well maybe but that was different. He was her boyfriend. She was on the verge of informing Juan of the fact that she had a boyfriend but remembering that she’d already told him. Obviously, Juan didn’t care. And telling him again that she was taken was a feeble excuse. Like if she didn’t have one, she would let a pornstar guy like Juan fuck her??

He had his arm around her, and they were at the edge of the bed. She pulled back slightly as he asked her the question, but not enough to make his arm lose contact with her shoulder. She could feel her body losing balance when it should be steady, her legs weak where they should be strong, her physical defense systems down when they should be up.

In all honesty – she would analyze later – it all started much earlier. Maybe when he saw her look at his cock in the studio, maybe him kissing her on the cheek outside the building, maybe their relaxed conversation in the car, her stupid giggling at his jokes. Maybe her awareness of him looking at her from behind when they ascended the stairs – maybe that slight exaggeration of her swaying her hips, not really intentional, more like the autonomous nervous system begging her to.

Whatever. She regretted it all now as she heard him ask her if she wanted to fuck. Sex? Jesus Christ, she hadn’t thought about anything else than sex the last 48 hours and truthfully was dying for a proper fucking. Whatever that was - she wasn't sure. Her pussy ached for it. But with Juan?? To be unfaithful to Tom with this guy?? No!

So she repeated her answer. “No.. Juan… please…”

But he stepped closer, pulling her in and it was clear he wasn’t taking a no for an answer.

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan pulled Sanna closer. The window was shut and the room was warm and stifling. He heard Sanna's answer to his question. She said no, but....so what? She hadn't extracted herself from under his arm. If anything Juan felt Sanna cuddle in closer to him. He let his hand slip down from her shoulder to where her tank top was riding up. His palm contacted bare skin. Sanna felt soft and pliable. He sensed her easing into him, weakening at his touch. Juan sank his chin onto the top of Sanna's head, lightly brushing her hair. Again he felt her soften.

"You are very beautiful," Juan said, his lips mouthing the words into her hair. "Since that first day when we met. And when you watched me fuck Erica. I wanted it to be you Sanna. I wanted to be putting my cock inside you."

He kissed the top of her head. Then he took her by the hip and spun her round into his embrace.

"And I know you wanted it too," he said looking into her eyes.

What was she saying to him, wordlessly? Fuck, he thought. How do you read women? They say no. They say yes. They say nothing and then let you fuck them over and over and scream to be fucked harder.

Juan put his hand under Sanna's chin, as lightly as he could, and pulled her face up to his. They kissed. Fuck, he was pleased she opened her lips to him and let him find her tongue. And then pushed her tongue inside him.

"I saw how you watched me fuck Erica," he said, disengaging but holding her tightly against him. "You wanted to be Erica. Didn't you, my beautiful Sanna?"

He waited for her to nod. Did she nod? Fuck, she was so hard to read, this sexy little white girl. She must feel his cock against her now, against her stomach where he came up so high on her. She must feel how aroused he is for her.

"I fuck for dollars. You know that," he said. "But I fuck you for love."

Juan hoped he sounded right. His English wasn't perfect, and the dialogue in porn was limited. When he wanted to speak or suggested something, Danny just told him to shut the fuck up and concentrate on what he was doing. And when the girl spoke Danny usually told him to shut her up too, hold his hand over her mouth, or just stick his cock in there. But Juan liked women who talked to him, who had something to say. Why didn't Sanna speak to him now?

Still Sanna let him hold her, let him kiss her, returned his kiss enthusiastically. She didn't shrink from his touch, even when he ran his hands down her ass and touched her pussy through her jeans. Fuck, they were tight. They would take some getting off, he thought. Maybe she was the type of girl who liked the guy to undress first.

Juan pushed her on to the bed, gently, so that she sat. Then he undid the last button on his shirt, slipped it off, then undid his jeans and slipped them down also. He stood before Sanna in just his string-sided briefs, his hard cock tenting them alarmingly, feeling strangely vulnerable. It was a new feeling for Juan, vulnerability. Is this what love feels like, he thought.

"You see how much I want to fuck you?" Juan said. Sanna's eyes were drawn to his cock. It made him feel good, less vulnerable, more in charge. He watched her face as he found the waist of his briefs and slipped it off his cock head. He stepped up to where she sat on the bed, not expressionless, but transfixed, letting his cock bob in front of her face.

"I am naked," he said. "Now it is your turn."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

- I fuck you for love....

Sanna wasn't sure how to react to that. There was no love, but it sounded both heart-breaking and incredibly corny and humoristic when he said it in his broken english. But she didn't laugh because she realized he was dead serious.

For a while, Sanna was dumbfounded. All of a sudden, she found herself sitting on the edge of the bed with Juan's cock in front of her face. Her heart pounded inside her chest as she stared at the thing, semi-erect and proud. Ready to fuck her in a way she would never ever forget. This much she understood and she thought about Erica yesterday. Her eyes as Juan had rammed her doggy-style was something Sanna couldn't get out of her head. She was scared as much as she was aroused.

"I... can't. I can't do this. Surely you understand..."

Sanna heard her own silly whisper and damned her inexplicable submissiveness - when instead she should have been strong and just get up off the bed and walk out. Go sit in the car and wait.

And she didn't take her eyes off the impressive cock right there no more than 10 inches from her mouth. Well, now it was maybe just 5 inches because Juan stepped closer. Sanna was quivering, her hands on her thighs.

"No..." she croaked. And then Juan stepped even closer, taking her jaw between his thumb and fingers, pressing now on her cheeks...

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan pinched Sanna's cheeks, forcing her mouth open. He edged ever closer, his cock, three quarters hard, nudging her lips.

"You have a beautiful mouth, Sanna," he said. "Made for fucking. Suck my cock, honey. Please."

He rubbed his cock head gently across her lips, up and down in line with the opening he'd made. Juan tried to be as gentle as possible. Sure he had a reputation for fucking girls hard. He knew that. They complained to Danny about him when he was only doing his job.

But they liked to be fucked hard. Not just the professional girls either. Sure some of them wanted to start slow, but once they saw Juan's cock, tasted it, felt it stretch them, overwhelm them, fill them, they wanted to be fucked. Sanna would be no different. Would she?

He sensed her softening to him. She had said no, but she hadn't left the bedroom. Sanna could walk anytime. He wouldn't stop her. She must know that. I'm not a monster, he thought. If she stays here, if she stares at my cock, if she lets me stand here naked and push my cock into her face, she really means yes.

His cock was smearing her lipstick now, mixing a little precum into her make-up. Sanna's beauty and her vulnerability turned him on. The girls that Danny paid him to fuck were easy. Or else they were silly stuck up rich girls like Erica who thought fucking for money was like fucking their pussy boyfriends in the backseat of the car. He liked fucking Erica. She was a breeze. Unresponsive for sure, but if she came back for a second fuck, next time would be full on.

And he wanted to fuck Hannah. Juan couldn't believe it was her first fuck on film. Hannah was a natural. Osvaldo got to fuck uninhibited Hannah and he got to fuck tentative Erica. When he got to fuck Hannah he would show them all that even a girl like her had a lot to learn from him.

But Sanna. He wanted to attain her, wanted to show her that fucking him was like a prize. Her prize for being so beautiful.

Juan looked down into her eyes. Scared? He couldn't quite tell. He relaxed his grip on her jaw a little. If she wanted to close her mouth, turn away, he would let her.

But she didn't.

He pressed his cock head against her open mouth, just touching her, letting her feel his warm soft skin, his moist discharge, throbbing a little. Her gaze didn't falter.

"I know you want me," Juan said, and pushed his cock into her mouth.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

It was like she couldn’t move, not even an inch to separate herself from the moist bulging cock head now ever so slightly touching her lips. Part of her wanted to, move for the door behind Juan’s back and run downstairs and outside. Part of her had no such intention. Honestly – look at it. Look at him.

This kind of man, this kind of situation was something she’d never even been close to before. Because she wasn’t that kind of girl. It was those other girls, the ones further back in the classrooms, the ones who were cheerleaders and party animals and who exposed themselves on social media – those were the girls who sucked cocks like this one in front of her right at this moment. They were the ones who men like Juan should be with. Not her. Not smart, church-going girls from the upper classes who were aiming for careers. And now… who was she?

Afterwards, she would put (too much) blame on Tom. He hadn’t been taking care of her needs, and maybe he couldn’t even if he tried? Sanna would blame him for the fact that she now let Juan part her lips with his cock, and when she heard him tell her that she wanted him – her body was telling her that yes yes, she wanted him, he was right. And so her jaw dropped, her mouth opened wide and let him in, her tongue on the underside of his shaft and her lips so tight around his girth, pre-cum and saliva already building up and wanting out.

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan was over enjoyed when Sanna ran her tongue round his cock as he pushed into her mouth. Tongue was a sign of experience, of being in charge. Most of the girls he fucked didn't even think about using their tongues in response to a mouth fuck. They either sat there liked stunned rabbits or just sucked industrially, while he did all the heavy work. He guessed girls enjoyed oral although he wasn't sure, if he thought about it. I mean, girls just sucked your cock. They had since the first time he'd stuck his cock in a girl's mouth - he couldn't even remember her name, but he'd enjoyed it and knew he wanted to do it again. And at work they were paid to suck your cock. It was probably a lot more pleasurable than some of he things he did to them while the cameras were rolling. He'd never sucked cock so he didn't know what it was like. Like fucking his finger maybe? Perhaps he should suck a cock one day. Jesus! Where did that thought come from?

Juan looked down to where his cock speared Sanna's face. She was good. He was deep, thrusting hard and strong right from the start. No preliminaries or gentle uptake for Sanna. No, Sanna was clearly an experienced cock sucker. Should he say anything or would that break the rhythm? His hand behind her head maybe? He put it there, gently applying pressure so that he went a little deeper.

"Mmmmm," he said. "Do you like my cock Sanna? Do you suck your boyfriend's cock?"

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna felt him get deeper in, filling her mouth completely in a way she wasn't that used to. When she had oral sex with Tom - she would be in control, often kneeling or laying beside him as he lay flat on his back. She couldn't recall ever sucking his cock when he was standing. Maybe once or twice, but even then she would be in control. She tried to be now too, but Juan applied pressure on the back of her head pushing himself deeper and forcing her mouth open in a way she wasn't used to. It was like Juan's girth - making her lips tense and taut around his shaft - made her lose control of the situation, having to give in to him.

Juan asked her two questions, to which the answers were yes. She looked up and nodded, meeting his hungry and beautiful brown eyes. And then she pulled back a bit, giving her enough time to say "but not like this" in reply to his second question, before Juan pushed back inside her.

Why did she feel the need to let Juan know that? Probably because she wanted him to know that she wasn't that experienced. That in fact, the only dick she'd ever had in her mouth was Tom's. Or maybe it was because she wanted Juan to know she was enjoying it more, like this?These weren't thoughts Sanna ruminated on in the moment, but she would afterwards. To try to rationalise and explain her behavior...

Juan pushed on, harder now.

 

[ericrodman101]

As he fucked Sanna's mouth Juan became less confident that she was enjoying it. It wasn't like him to have doubts. He was a lion in the bedroom. It said so on the films he made for Angel Studios. Women melted before his attentions and his cock, his mouth fucking was legendary. Well, that's what Danny told him.

Sanna looked up at him as he fucked her. She had the most beautiful eyes and her sad, vulnerable, dreamy look just made him go harder.

And when he asked her if she liked cock Juan pulled his cock out. Just for a moment. He wanted to hear her soft voice. She said yes. And then she said she liked it when her boyfriend fucked her mouth. Or something like that. She liked it. But not like this. No, Juan thought. Of course not like this. Her boyfriend was some pussy with a two inch cock. Sucking him would be like sucking a pencil, he thought.

Fuck he was enjoying feeling Sanna's mouth round his cock. If he looked up he could see out the window and across the town. When he had his cock deep in a girl's mouth like this, Juan felt nothing could stop him, nothing could hold him back. He dreamed of winning a porn Oscar, best mouth fuck of the year. Sure it was the girls everyone wanted to see, the girls who won the big awards and got the big money. But it would be his cock starring in the film of their faces that would be playing on the big screen as they stepped onto the stage to give their acceptance speeches.

Best supporting cock. That was it. The best.

But it wasn't working for him today. Something wasn't right. He looked down at Sanna again. Her face was against his torso and he held her there to test her. She coughed. Her spit and his precum oozed round the side of his cock and onto her face and his skin. Her eyes were more sad than anything else.

He drew back, watching as the crazy length of his organ gradually appeared until his cock head was free of Sanna's lips. She coughed again, the slime running down her chin. He leaned down, holding her head in his hands and kissed her, his tongue finding her lips and her teeth and the space where his cock head had filled her. She was not as responsive as he expected.

'But not like this', Sanna had said. Fuck, he thought. If only my English was better. Sanna sucks her boyfriend's cock but not like this. He wasn't fucking her like she wanted.

And yet Sanna gave him so many positive messages, even just by staying in the room with him. He wasn't holding her captive. She was free to leave.

Juan told her he was sorry. He wasn't used to apologising for his sexual performances, even when the girls complained to Danny about him. But he wanted to apologise to Sanna. He wanted her to know he understood that his cock in her mouth was too much for her.

They kissed again. He helped her to stand. This time Sanna was more responsive, holding him, pushing back with her lips and tongue. Juan wanted to say 'I love you' but it sounded wrong.

"Sorry," he said again. "I wanna fuck you so bad."

She smiled. Everything is OK, he thought. Juan reached down and deftly undid the button of her jeans, and then slid the zip down. She didn't resist. He turned her round, then with his hands on her hips, slid her jeans down to her thighs, her lacy panties going with them. Fuck, her ass felt smooth and warm and inviting cupped in his strong hands. He rubbed his cock head still slick with her spit against her pale skin. In her pussy and her ass his cock would feel so good. And he would make sure Sanna liked him then.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," he said again, his lips mouthing the words into her hair.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Juan was deep in her, in a way she'd never experienced and only knew through her brief encounters with porn and what she'd seen at the studio yesterday. Sanna wondered why the hell she was doing it, why she couldn't resist this guy, this situation. And the next thought in her mind was the fact that... she was enjoying it? God no. It couldn't be. But oh... it could. I felt weird, and she felt she wasn't up to the task - but still, something was stirring in her. How could this be??

It seemed as if her confusion alarmed Juan because he broke it off. In a way, Sanna was pleased he did - maybe it was all for the best. They kissed and it felt good. It was like a making-up kiss. "Sorry for abusing your mouth"...? But now her jeans and panties came down, she was hardly aware of it, it was like a natural continuation of something already started but when Juan made it known that he wanted to fuck her, Sanna woke up.

"Oh.. Juan... I don't think... that's a good idea...?" She said the words in a silly way, like it was a question, her tone of voice going up in pitch at the end of the sentence. And she felt so confused still, she was half undressed and had sucked his cock. Of course he wanted to fuck her. And what kind of cock-tease was she to suddenly say - in her current state - that no thanks I'm ok?

Sanna had no strength to make any decisions. But she knew Juan would make one for them.

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan slipped Sanna's jeans and panties down to her ankles. She said something about fucking was a good idea, but he was only half listening. 'A good idea,' he repeated. Then he stood up again and held her close, working his hands under her blue tanktop, playing with her bra, teasing her nipples through the slender fabric. He nuzzled the back of her neck and felt her stir, relax into him, then step out of her shoes.

It seemed Sanna's jeans were on the floor without Juan having to do any more work. His cock was rock hard now. He rubbed it deep into her ass crack, letting her know he was good and ready. And then leaving one hand inside her tanktop, he let the other slip down past her waist until if he bent down a little, he could tease her pussy. Just light teasing, running his fingers gently into her folds, brushing her most sensitive places, outlining her entry.

Juan was reassured at Sanna's response. Had he been filming there would have been none of this foreplay, this gentle lead in, negotiation if you like. Sure he'd fucked her mouth, harder than he probably should have. But this was different. She was bending into him. They were fitting together. On the set he'd have fucked her mouth to his orgasm, filled her with his seed, and then worked himself up to a second orgasm by eating her out, fingering every hole, and then fucking, a rough anal before cumming on her face. It was his proud routine.

He wanted to fuck Sanna hard in every hole. He wanted to cum on her face. But somehow this felt special. A first fuck. A getting-to-know-you fuck. They would kiss and cuddle, play with each other, laugh and giggle, and then fuck, politely almost, just the two of them like teenagers. No film crew, no Danny yelling at him, no one to complain. Their second fuck would be harder. For sure.

Juan turned Sanna round to face him. He smiled and kissed her, one hand still playing with her pussy, the other on her ass, pulling her close. Shit, he thought, Sanna kisses good but her face gives nothing away. Unlike her pussy where she was pleasingly wet.

Juan lifted Sanna's tank top over her head and pushed her gently backwards onto the bed.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

In a way, it was still all happening outside herself. It was like it was all part of her research project - that it was OK to be with Juan the Porn Actor like this because she was trying to find out all she could about the business, after all. Wasn't she?

And it felt so good. His calm and reassuring assertiveness, a man who had done it so many times it had become second nature but still performed with feeling and not just "another fuck". That's what Sanna felt when Juan's hands moved easily over her body, touching just so and just there, relieving her of her tanktop and gently but still firmly moving her around and putting her back on the bed.

Sanna looked up at him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing affected, the arousal spreading through her blood and pushing her on, the moment which she was in being the only thing of importance now.

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan was rock hard. Looking down at beautiful petite Sanna lying naked on the bed, all freckles and wide eyes, he wondered for a moment what was holding him back. She was so different to the girls he normally fucked, the professionals girls, the ones who let him fuck them long and hard, who encouraged him with filthy talk and easy access. The ones whom Danny paid more than he was paid.

Sure Sanna had sucked his cock, but he knew she didn't like it. Looking down at Sanna he saw her as still unsullied. Not virginal. That was silly. But unspoiled by him, by the biggest cock at Angel Studios. By Christ he wanted to fuck her, like no one he'd ever wanted to possess, to take control of, to mark as his. But doing it, fucking Sanna, sticking his cock inside her, would mean the last time she would be unsullied. He didn't want anything to change, but it would. It always did.

And Juan felt he was going through this issue on his own. Sanna didn't say much. The girls at the studio said 'fuck me Juan', 'fuck me in the ass', 'stick your fat cock in my mouth', 'cum on my face'. Or worse. And he did.

But Sanna just looked at him like he was a monster. A monster she desired, he thought, but still someone who would do her harm. Or change her forever. And yet she didn't say no, she didn't stop him, she didn't leave. She helped him undress her, stepping out of her jeans, and then lying back naked on the bed, legs apart to show him her neat bush.

Juan leaned down and ran his hands up her sides and over her firm young breasts. He kissed her, revelling in her meek but positive response. His cock head was now brushing her pubes, teasing the folds of skin round her pussy. She felt so soft and warm, like a thousand tiny fingers were playing with his cock head. For a moment he wondered if he would surprise himself and just cum there and then on the bed between her thighs without even entering her.

He felt her pussy with his fingers. She was wet. He massaged her, pinching and turning her folds and crevices over with his fingertips. She moaned, and twisted a little, turning away and then back, adjusting her hips, opening her legs further for him.

Juan slipped a finger inside her, running it softly but firmly around the walls of her vagina, confirming her readiness. He probed and pushed a little deeper, setting up a thrusting rhythm which she echoed with her breathing. On set he would be pumping with his fingers now, maybe pumping cunt and ass at the same time, making the girl writhe and moan and call out to be fucked. Maybe Sanna would call out, maybe she would say 'fuck me Juan'.

But she didn't. And was ready all the same. He guided his cock head up to her vagina, his hand using it as a massage tool now, teasing and probing and finding its target. He pushed. Sanna resisted. And then he entered her. Just the head. It was so hard not to push all the way in to his balls at first thrust like he would for Danny. Make her squeal. Make her hit the head board. Make her shout his name and a string of profanities. But no, Juan inserted just the head and held it there, just inside Sanna, rocking to and fro, opening her up a little more. Sure she was wet, but he was big and Sanna was tight. So tight. He realised she was holding her breath. Should he wait? Or go further?

Juan leaned down to kiss her breasts. Sanna had her eyes shut. At this angle his cock slipped into her further, fighting against her tightness. As his lips brushed her nipples Sanna took that breath, sharply, contracting her chest, thrusting her breasts into his face, drawing him into her. He checked the descent of his cock, held his hips still, drew back a little, and then, his mouth sucking deeply, his teeth planted on a nipple, slid his cock all the way up inside Sanna.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

She felt so vulnerable, more than she ever had. It was like it was the first time all over again – like the sex she’d had with Tom didn’t amount to anything, confronted now with this hot latino guy bending down over her and touching her.

Sanna opened herself to him, every time he touched her, she opened up more. There was no reasoning behind it or consciousness, it was primal. On a biological level. Sure, she’d been horny before with Tom – letting raw lust get the better of her, but this was different. Because she wasn’t in control.

Her body shivered as she felt her pelvis move in to meet him, wanting him, needing him. But she couldn’t look, she didn’t dare. With eyes shut she felt how he got closer and how that big, hard cock was on it’s way inside. Jesus…

Sanna got ready, tried to relax but it was difficult. She put her hands on his upper arms and held them firmly, and feeling his powerful triceps enticed her and excited her so much she held on harder, even moving her hands up to his shoulders and back down his arms, caressing him. Oh god her nipples between his lips was incredible, Sanna arched her back when he nibbled at them, and then...

Oh my god!!! Sanna couldn’t hold back as Juan’s shaft made it’s way inside, the whole length of it almost buried. She automatically assisted in pulling her legs wider and further back to better accommodate him, to have him. She arched further, pushing her head back into the mattress. The muscles in her face tightened, the skin on her thighs and buttocks felt so sensitive and ready and it was like she was going to come instantly. She wouldn’t, but it wasn’t far off. And that scared her. That a man like Juan could do that to her.

What more could he do??

 

[ericrodman101]

When Juan pushed his entire shaft as far as he could inside Sanna he could no longer lean down and kiss her nipples. She was too short and he too tall to manage such a contortion. And besides, Sanna's tightness was sending him over the edge. For a pornstar whose meal ticket was fucking as long as possible in every hole while staving off orgasm, Juan was worried. He wanted Sanna to get to know him, see what he could do to her, know that his cock inside her was like nothing she'd ever encountered. But this girl was grabbing in his cock, constricting his shaft, trapping him inside her. Sanna was small for sure. But this small? This tight?

Once inside her he stood upright between her thighs, leaning down as far as he could to touch her hips, to feel her soft flesh under his. But his focus was on working his cock in her cunt, making her feel him, showing her that he was dominant and his cock would make her complete.

Thank fuck the bed was the right height. Well not quite right. Juan needed to crouch just a little to make sure his cock was straight. He put his hands under her ass and pulled her up to him. That was better for sure. And now he could thrust inside her while moving her around on the end of his shaft, shaping and moulding her onto him, feeling her bend and shiver as he found a new deeper place to probe and punch and test her.

But what a mystery she was. His porn partners were all mouthy activity and energetic physical response. A girl like Erica, on the other hand, was just a piece of meat, limp and lifeless. There was a pleasure to be had in fucking both types of women. You could do whatever you wanted. The energetic ones gave as good as they got and the passive ones...well, that was just rape.

But with Sanna, it was not just her vulnerable beauty which turned him on. It was the subtlety of her response. If he just went ahead and fucked her unthinkingly, just shoved his cock inside her and shot his load he mightn't have noticed how different she was to Erica. But he had noticed. She was moving slightly in response to his invasion, breathing in ways which he could feel back up his cock. It was physical for sure, but the way she did it made him want to look for it even more, made him hungry to make her want him, and not just let him fuck her.

And her face. When he fucked Cassandra, say, she would snarl and spit and call him names he didn't even understand. It was great. Like a prize fight with the two of them going head to head, cock to cunt, a tussle to the little death of their orgasms.

When he fucked Erica it was like blowing the place up. That horrified look on her face. It made him want to reduce her to nothing. By Christ it was hot, but something about such complete violation stirred something in him he didn't like.

But fucking Sanna, here in this quiet house, just the two of them and no Danny, no crew, no schedule, no expectations, was like....poetry. Like art. He felt like a character in a painting, an explorer bashing through the jungle, all sweat and toil, suddenly coming upon a quiet pool strewn with petals, reaching down to slake his thirst, and then disrobing and immersing himself in the cool water. He was still the rugged virile soldier washing away the dirt and sweat of the journey. But he wasn't defiling the pool. It was soothing him, enveloping him even as he stretched his muscled limbs and splashed the water across his face.

Fuck. Did any of that make sense? Why was it with Sanna that even fucking her he could daydream, forget his cares and just sink down into her like lying back in the jungle pool? He looked down into her eyes again. Dreamily, she half smiled back. He was fucking her deep, not as hard as he could, but still completely. If he was hurting her, if she was struggling, she gave little away. Fuck she was beautiful. He would cum soon.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna opened her eyes and looked at Juan. This wasn't the same Juan she'd seen in the studio, the porn star, the rough guy. This was some private Juan, with feeling. She wasn't completely sure what she felt about that. Sanna had a boyfriend she loved and who loved her. If she wanted sweet and tender loving, she had only to go home. In her mind, she'd prepared for something else, and terrifingly enough what she'd prepared herself for was porn. A dirty, rough porn fucking. It dawned on her now.

But how could she let him know this? Maybe she would hurt his feelings?

As Juan pulled her in, putting his hands under her ass and moving differently inside her (it felt amazing when he did that!), Sanna decided what to do. She propped herself up on her elbows, got closer to him and reached out with one hand round his neck.

"Don't be so careful... I don't need that from you..." She said it slow and clear so he would understand.

 

[ericrodman101]

Sanna reached out and touched Juan's neck. It startled him. He looked into her dreamy eyes. Was he going in too hard? Did she need a break? Anything for you, he wanted to say. And then...

"Don't be so careful... I don't need that from you...," she said, clearly and carefully. She fixed her stare on him so that he understood. That stare, those eyes, but with intent. Jesus Christ, he thought, and all this time...

"Sanna, how do you say it? Your wish...I fulfil."

She laughed. He shrugged.,

"OK," he said, holding his cock still inside her. "You see what I do to Danny."

Sanna laughed again.

"No, no, for Danny. What I do for Danny to the girls."

She nodded.

"Then I do you," he said.

Still holding his hands under Sanna's ass, he pulled back until his cock bridged the gap between them. And then with Sanna still propped on her elbows, Juan pushed as hard as he could into her, slamming his balls into her pussy as his cock reamed home. She yelped, flinging her arm back onto the bed, throwing her head back.

Juan repeated the rough motion, gripping her ass now, pulling her onto him and letting her go, pumping her, filling her, willing her to laugh or cry or say no or harder or fuck or whatever. But the look on Sanna's face was enough for him. Wanton sexual abandon. He had shown Sanna the gentle thoughtful reserved Juan, dredged up from depths he could hardly remember. Now she would see Juan the athletic professional fucker, first missionary style and then...

He pulled his cock back, and let Sanna fall onto the bed. And then with a single motion he rolled her over and with his hands round her small waist, pulled her ass towards him until he could see her swollen pussy lips between her angled thighs. Juan pressed his cock forward against her, momentarily nudging her before plunging into her cunt again, this time doggy style.

And when he was fully inside her he leaned down, put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her face hard into the mattress. With Sanna powerless, pinned between his hand and his cock, Juan leaned down and placed his mouth against her ear. He felt her bend her ass upwards to relieve the pressure on her small frame with his cock entering her at such a high angle.

"You like?" he whispered. "You like it when Juan gets rough?"

 

[SannaBlonde82]

In a way, Sanna felt bad for asking Juan to get all professional on her. It had been clear he wanted it another way, saw something else in her - maybe some hope that a guy like him actually could get that girl, the posh girl from the upper classes. Like this was Lady Chatterley's lover or Titanic, or Dirty Dancing.

But it wasn't. It was a more a case of the upper class good girl going bad and intent on using Juan to that end. She looked on, her mouth open in awe and her body vibrating, as Juan drove himself deep inside. Gasping, she threw herself back on the bed and the hard fucking commenced.

It felt better than she had anticipated. Her pussy - really too tight for this - was doing it's best to accomodate him, unbelievably wet and soft. Before she knew it, she was swivelled round and her head pushed down and buried in the mattress as Juan fucked her. Standing like this, her ass up in the air, filled Sanna with a sense of intense filthiness, and she liked it. She liked it a lot.


"Yeah... I like it... fuck me..." The words came out in a high-pitched groan, and Sanna almost regretted them, knowing full well what Juan was capable of. But at the same time, it felt so good, and it was such an exciting ride to be on. She didn't want to get off just yet.

 

[ericrodman101]

Sanna's words just added to Juan's aroused state. Not that he needed encouragement. He'd been playing it safe with Sanna the whole day. He'd wanted to fuck her since he'd first seen the way she watched him fucking at the studio. He couldn't even picture the girl he'd fucked in front of Sanna. Was it only yesterday? He could barely remember any girl he'd fucked. In his head they were all Sanna now.

It didn't make any sense. Sanna was not like the girls he fucked. She was classy, sophisticated, well spoken. Unattainable. Yet here she was, on the end of his cock, letting him do what he liked in this quiet house, just the two of them.

And for all his tentativeness, all his worrying that she didn't like they way he fucked her mouth a moment ago, she liked it rough after all.

It felt like the scenarios Danny told him to think about when he was fucking on film. 'Fuck her like she's a high class lady,' Danny would say. 'Fuck her like she's your teacher. Fuck her like she's a film star and your just some hobo she's picked up on the street.'

Juan never remembered much that Danny said. He just fucked them. That's what he was good at. But Danny's words came back to him now as he pressed Sanna's head into the mattress and rammed his cock into her, feeling her bend and tense and relax and stiffen beneath him. Feeling her exhale and gasp for breath. Feeling her flesh from the inside, warm and pliable and tight and made to just fit round him, to just contain him. She's a beautiful young college student, he thought to himself, and I am just some guy with no name who's fucking her. He saw girls like Sanna every day, walking the streets of LA, all long legs and plump lips and long hair and obscenely short skirts that barely covered their pussies. It made him hard just watching them walk by, or when he followed them, when they'd turn and point or laugh or even flirt with the hunky Latino guy. He'd stand there, hard, stroking himself, running his fingers down the front of his jeans, letting them see that his hard cock, ready for them, but never carrying through. He wasn't crazy. He wasn't going to cop a rape charge. But it was like they were offering themselves to guys like Juan but never saying yes. Until now. Until Sanna said she liked it rough.

And try as hard as he could to pace himself, make it all happen like he did when the tape was running, thinking about fucking Sanna like this pushed him too far. Before Juan realised what was happening he came, his cock spasmed and kicked, unleashing his torrent inside her.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Her head still buried in the white sheets, taking the hard pounding with increasing arousal - Sanna was somewhat surprised to feel Juan tense up, and suddenly cum deep inside of her. She'd expected a longer ordeal, not that she would have managed that - five minutes of a rough fucking doggystyle was more than enough for her, to be honest. But still...

Actually, that she had that effect on him was a compliment, wasn't it? Obviously, there was something about her that aroused him enormously. As Juan slumped down on the bed next to her breathing hard, she thought about that. But then she thought that maybe he was just trying to get it over with. Maybe he was just using her as a cum recepticle? A fast and easy fuck. Like some whore. And these thoughts filled her with remorse. Damn it, how could she have let herself go like this??

Sanna could feel his semen start to run out of her sore pussy, she could feel where he'd been, how her ass and hips and thighs had been held and grabbed and pummeled. My god.

In one motion she got up off the bed, pulled her panties and top on and picking up her jeans she walked out of the room without even looking at Juan. She ran down the stairs, and at the bottom of them there was a bathroom which she entered. Luckily there was paper and she dried his cum from between her legs, flushed the toilet and opened the door - walking straight into a waiting Juan.

"I... I want to leave..."

 

[ericrodman101]

Juan stood naked by the bed for a few moments after Sanna left the room. He heard her move down the stairs, a door open and shut, then water running.

He wanted to savour fucking her, giving in to this beautiful waif. But it wasn't right. He'd dominated her, let himself take charge, fucked her roughly, when he really wanted it to be mutual, sensitive, perfect. It was his problem, the trouble with porn. It was always about the act for him, about sticking his cock wherever he wanted and fucking hard. It was what he was good at. What he was paid for.

But it hadn't been good. Sanna had just walked out. Gathered her clothes and left the room without looking at him. Fuck! Juan looked down at his semi-hard cock, slick with her cunt juice, and cursed himself. Why did he always fuck it up when he was with a girl he actually liked, actually wanted to fuck because of who she was, who he was, who they were together, and not just a cock and a cunt coming together before a film crew?

He'd cum too soon, of course. He didn't want to, but that was the effect Sanna had on him. All his control, his cool professionalism had deserted him in the moment of passion. Instead of pleasuring her first, Juan had simply dominated her and used her like a slut.

Fuck! He pulled on his jeans and fastened the belt. Fuck! The water stopped running downstairs. He gathered his shirt and ran out of the room.

Sanna was coming out of the bathroom at the base of the stairs. "I want to leave," she said, and avoided him by stepping into the kitchen.

Juan followed her. She was standing, her back to the door, facing the window. She was only wearing her panties, her clothes still in her hand. He wondered why she hadn't dressed if she wanted to leave. She must be seriously upset at how badly he'd let her down.

"Sanna," he said softly walking up behind her, running his eyes down the curve of her back to her neatly round ass concealed under the slim fabric. He wanted to possess her, now and later, wanted to make her happy, make them both happy, even if he didn't really know what that meant. But first of all, he wanted to make her cum, wanted her to know the pleasure he felt when he fucked her.

He put his hands on her hips and turned her round to face him. Fuck! She met him with that strange expressionless gaze again. Her deep eyes and her nakedness were such a turn on.

"Sorry. I have been thinking of myself only. I will make you cum," he said, and lifted her in one movement onto the kitchen bench, facing him. He pulled her panties down, over her feet and threw them onto the floor. Then he pushed her legs wide apart and leaned down, clamping his mouth to her pussy. As he commenced licking and sucking, determined to make her cum on his mouth and tongue, the taste of his own semen only just freshly deposited, mingled with his spit.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

The truth was that she actually didn't want to leave. Yes, she was confused about Juan and what he wanted - was she merely a fuckhole to him? What about that first impression, the Juan who seemed to express feelings for her? And what about her own thoughts on the matter? Sanna had been sending mixed signals - didn't she explicitly ask him to fuck her? Yes. She had. So she could hardly complain now, she knew this.

The fact that she was still aroused and unfulfilled, an orgasm laying in waiting round the corner, didn't make things easier. So when Juan just suddenly picked her up and carried her across the room and onto the kitchen table, putting her down and pulling off her panties once again, she only had a feeble protest to give him. And it was clear to them both at this point that she wanted it. She did.

Oh yes my god how good it felt. Sanna helped spread her legs to let him close and when Juan placed his mouth around her pussy like a suction cup and starting working her, she moaned out loud.

Oh fuck... yeah.. just like that.. oh my god.. Juan....

Sanna pushed the back of her head against the table surface and had both her hands on his head, eager, wanting. It felt fucking amazing! She'd NEVER been eaten out like this! Again, the porn star, being a porn star, using his well-practised tools of the trade on her. Or was it something else that made it feel so good?

And within no more than a minute of this, Sanna could feel her body start to squirm and contract.

 

[ericrodman101]

Finally, Juan felt he was getting somewhere with Sanna. He'd been head-over-heels in love or lust or something he couldn't quite explain since he'd first seen her watching him fuck. He'd looked forward anxiously to actually getting her alone, and then today had been nothing but trouble. Fucking her mouth too roughly, then her pussy, then cumming first. All bad sex.

But now, with his mouth clamped to her pussy, his hands holding her legs wide, running his tongue round her troughs and folds, nipping at her flesh, teasing her clit, Juan felt Sanna melting against him, bucking and bending and kicking and squirming.

And vocalising. If there was one thing Juan was used to when he fucked a girl, it was having her talk back. Yet Sanna had been mostly quiet all day. Then in this quiet kitchen, just the two of them in this big empty house, the early afternoon sun angling across the room, beautiful Sanna was calling out, urging him on, telling her she liked what he was doing to her, asking for more. And by Christ it urged him on. As Juan strained to push his tongue deep inside her, he felt his cock harden again.

And maybe best of all, Sanna was different in another way to the girls he fucked at the studio. She was intact. Her pussy was still the way nature had intended. No cosmetic work, no surgery, no gaping red gash like the girls who opened their legs for him and the crew when the tape was running. It almost surprised him when he realised Sanna was a real woman. But of course. Why would Sanna see the surgeon? Or was she unusual? Did all girls want to show their boyfriends porn star cunts nowadays? She was mostly shaved, Sanna's nest bush tickling his nose. And Juan enjoyed making his way through her folds of skin, the meat curtains as Danny called them, to find his prize. And hers.

Still, it was a lot of work to pleasure a real woman with just his tongue. Juan released Sanna's legs and she placed them across his back. With his hands free, he brought his fingers into play, his left hand, to pull her pussy lips open for his tongue, and his right hand to play with her ass.

Did Sanna like ass play? Juan wasn't going to fuck her in the ass. Well, not today. Just play with her. Let her know he wanted it if she did. Just a finger, massaging the rim of her tight hole, then insert the tip, just enough to make her draw breath and pull back. How he loved making her squirm, contract her anus around him.

Juan was so hard now he knew he would cum again. He took his hand from Sanna's ass and stroked his cock.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

When Juan penetrated her asshole, Sanna came. She shook and felt her throat contract, the inhibited breathing for a second making her panic - but then she was on her way, her asscheeks first lifting off of the shiny table surface as Juan went deeper with his finger and then hard down, her back arching, her shoulders pushing back and her hands holding the edges of the table.

Sanna made a sound that almost scared her, a deep growl, just a prolonged vowel as she let go. No words. Just sound, her lips rigid and her mouth a big O.