Dick Diving Darling
by Pauline Moore a.k.a. MsHuggy
(c) 2000
I am proud of who I am. I am loud and fluffy! I love
the shocked expressions on peoples faces when they meet a woman
like me. I speak my mind, call things just like I see them. If you
don't share my opinions, then so be it, but respect that as individuals
we are all entitled to our own. I believe that you live with what
you have and you live the best possible. You don't have to be wealthy
to have a great life, you don't have to be a supermodel to attract
the man or men, or maybe even the woman that you want. I am merely
cute but it is my self-confidence and attitude that attracts people.
I think it, there for I am it. Once you set your mind on it, you
can achieve anything. I have worked hard to prove that.
At only seventeen I was the youngest to ever graduate
from the local nursing school. I went to high school half of the
day, nursing school the other half, worked my eight hours in the
evening, and did what ever else I had to during the wee hours of
the night when almost everyone else was sleeping. I was only eighteen
but I had my own place, a new truck, and a career in nursing while
most of the kids I went to school with were just starting college
and still mooching off their parents.
My mother would tell you that my being so independent
so young wasn't necessarily a good thing. Making the kind of money
I was gave me them means and the access to things that I otherwise
would not have. I got into that typical sex, drugs and more sex
lifestyle. I moved farther away from my parents, and met and did
guy after guy. I had never done any sort of drug until then, but
when I did, I found that I liked the feelings they gave me. I became
totally uninhibited, doing things that would have made a porn queen
blush. I enjoyed life to the fullest, not always safely nor legally.
My poor mother was going crazy just trying to keep up with the name
of the guy I was seeing that week. She thought I was the crazy one,
and believe me she told me often. So I moved farther away.
I had my money, I had my men and I had my drugs.
Needless to say that working as a nurse and living the life I was
didn't mix too well. When the opportunity to move on to a new career
arose I jumped at the chance. I was excited and frightened at the
same time. Sex for the camera with a crew of people watching was
totally different from just boffing every cute guy that came into
my life. My fears were all for nothing. I was a sensation, a natural.
Wouldn't my mother just love to hear that her baby girl was a natural
born porn slut!
I enjoyed my work, sometimes too much, not always
being able to hold my orgasms and come on cue. Few of my directors
complained though, I could fake it really well when I needed to,
which by the way, was not very often! The money was incredible,
unfortunately most of it was going up my nose or into my lungs.
I loved being stoned. I did most of my best blow-job scenes that
way. The pot totally relaxed me and gave me that edge I needed.
I could slip into an almost trance like state and suck for hours
if needed. No aching jaws, or sore throat to stop me. It amazed
most of my counterparts that I could come just by giving a guy head.
It was such a rush to have control over a man like that. That alone
was enough to push my orgasm right over the edge.
Time moved on and I made film after film, and had
nothing to show for it. I had to change my life. I asked myself
where I was going to be in another few years and that inner voice
practically screamed "fucking dead." I signed myself into a rehab
center that same day.
Nearly three months later I emerged a clean, sober
and frightened woman. What was I going to do now? I really did enjoy
making adult films but I feared falling back into the darker side
of the industry. I still had my nursing license, could I go back
to that? I wasn't really sure I wanted to. The bills had piled up
while I was away. The electricity had been shut off, the water,
phone and cable service too. Fortunately I had paid the lease up
a year in advance. With little more than a roof over my head it
was time to start over. This time I would do things the right way.
I called the company that had produced the majority
of the films I had been in. Sure, they would be glad to have me
back. I had proved to be a profitable asset. I signed a one year,
six film contract, receiving nearly seventy-thousand for the whole
package. Half of which they graciously agreed to pay me in advance.
I got the house in order, turning everything back on. Paid the bank
what they needed to stop them from repossessing my truck, then took
a taxi to pick it up. Life was good.
My first day back was a little difficult. I knew
that I wasn't the first to fall like I had, and sadly knew to that
I wouldn't be the last. I felt like all eyes were on me. I knew
they were all wondering if I still had it, could I go the distance
now. Do the things that had made me so popular before? Truthfully,
I was wondering the same things.
I really like working for this company. They didn't
use those cheesy fake sets. The director would rent a house, set
it up the way he wanted for the scenes and go from there. I felt
it gave the film a more realistic feeling. No cardboard walls and
lousy lighting. It was more like you were being given an intimate
look into someone's home and life.
My first scene was simple enough. I wondered if they
had decided to shoot this first to help me settle back into the
swing of things. All I had to do was strip for the camera and do
a little touching.
We were shooting by the pool. I was, that is my character
was getting ready to do some skinny dipping. Slowly unbuttoning
my blouse, taking time to tease and toy with each of my nipples,
then dropping it to the ceramic tiles around the pool. I ran my
hands over my stomach, sliding them inside the waist of my shorts.
I fondled my clit for a couple of minutes, biting my lip and moaning
as I did so. Pulling at my nipples with my free hand. Finally taking
my shorts off and sitting down pool-side to rub lotion all over
my body. The director yells "Cut," and is quickly by my side, patting
me on my naked back, telling me how wonderful I had done. He was
carrying his rave reviews of my performance just a little too far,
but I knew he was just trying to assure me I had done well and put
my fears at ease.
The strip down scene had been the set up for the
next scene. John Q. Nosey Neighbor was spying on me and yanking
his willie through his shorts. It was comical in a way. I sat back
sipping coffee while they were filming my counterpart moaning and
groaning as he pumped up his cock into a full blown hard on. "Cut!"
I resume my position at pool-side. Rubbing lotion
over my tits, more for the pleasure of the sensation that from necessity.
I hear moaning coming from the bushes, and pretend to be startled.
Striding over to the greenery I pull the offender out from hiding
by his crotch. Impressed with what Mr. Neighbor has in his pants
my character begins to caress and cajole him into a frenzy. I have
to admit, it was a nice handful. He quickly strips naked and is
ready to pounce on her. She will have none of that. Not yet anyway.
She wants to feel him, taste him. We maneuver into the pool, taking
seats on the concrete steps as they descend into the water. I settle
in comfortably between his knees and go to work. Getting right to
the point, sucking his cock. I take him in slowly, teasing him,
just licking and nipping at the tip. Then I suck in inch after inch,
until the full eight has been swallowed up. Taking it slowly, not
wanting to gag and embarrass myself.
Once I realize I can handle his size without difficulty
I abandon myself to the task at hand, or mouth if you prefer. I
work my mouth and tongue over him rapidly while I toy with his balls
and finger that really soft spot between them and his asshole with
my finger nail. His excitement is building and he roughly pulls
my hair. I clamp my teeth down on him just hard enough to get his
attention and force him to loosen his grip. He relaxes, spreading
his arms out on the edges of the pool. He is very vocal, lots of
moaning and muttering. I know I am good and know too that this part
of it isn't acting. His hips jerk up to meet my mouth, faster and
faster. I am doing little more now than just sitting there sucking
and swallowing as he fucks my mouth. We hear the director calling
for us to wind it up. He wants to end the scene without a cum shot,
saving that for later. "Cut." He gives us a few instructions and
returns to his place behind the cameras.
When the cameras start to roll again Mr. Neighbor
pulls me to my feet only to push me down onto my knees on the top
step. It is a really awkward position, the roughness of the steps
biting into my knees. He slaps his cock across my ass a few times
and then guides it into my pussy. He decides he wants to ride the
pony and grabs a handful of my hair again, pulling my head back
as he pumps into me. The camera men move in so they can get that
up close and personal shot. You will probably be able to count every
hair on his balls. My discomfort increases when he pushes one of
my legs up higher on the steps, adding to the pressure on my other
knee. I bite my lip and continue on, professional all the way, but
praying for the scene to end before I start to bleed. Finally he
withdraws and allows me to get up. What relief!
We climb from the pool and move to a large lounger
with fat cushions, my mouth practically waters. This will be so
much more comfortable. I listen to the directors hushed tones as
he tells us what position to take. Missionary! I whisper a silent
thank you to the porn gods that be as I lay on my back and spread
my legs wide.
The camera man closes in for a really tight pussy
shot before Mr. Neighbor plops down between my damp thighs. He has
really nice long fingers and slowly strokes my clit making me tremble
before he slides two of them inside me. This guy is really skilled,
no need to fake it today! He pulls his nearly dripping fingers from
me and rubs them across my lips. Very sexy, very tasty. I grin wickedly
and run my tongue over my lips slowly and sensually for the camera.
Following the script, he drops down between my legs to sample my
juice for himself. I let my legs hang off the sides of the lounger
and toy with his hair.
Shit! Maybe I was wrong about the necessity of faking
it. He senses my apathy towards what he is doing and becomes more
aggressive, alternately nibbling my clit and driving his tongue
in and out of my cunt in quick motions. Now this is more like it.
My orgasm is building rapidly. When he slips one of his deliciously
long thick fingers inside me it is more than I can take. His tongue
strums my clit rapidly. Crying out and gripping the arms of the
lounger as I drown his face. He seems to really be enjoying himself
too, he is sucking me so hard, and moaning almost as loudly as I
am! Wow! My body trembles in earnest now. He slowly joins me on
the lounger, careful movements testing its ability to take the added
weight. He lifts one of my legs high, giving the camera man a great
angle on my glistening cunt. Mr. Neighbor rubs his purple-headed
hard cock up my slit, coating it in my juices and then thrusts into
me to the hilt. I gasp from mingled pain and pleasurable fullness.
I love nice thick cocks. He thrusts wildly, temporarily forgetting
that he is playing to the camera, reminding me that he is new to
this game. Our director yells cut. He draws my consort to the side,
reminding him that this is a movie set and if he wants to fuck me
for the sheer pleasure of it, it has to wait until shooting is done!
We resume where we left off, varying positions often, giving the
camera man as many angles as possible.
Finally, shifting to my knees, the camera focuses
on my face as a set assistant squirts a generous amount of clear
lubricant onto my partner's cock. That done the scope widens again
and Mr. Neighbor slips his sweetly slick cock into the tight pucker
of my asshole. The bulbous head stretches me open, quickly followed
by the length of his shaft. I moan loudly, mostly from pain, but
I mask it well. It has been a long time sense I had a good ass romp
and it will take me a while to adjust, but once there I definitely
enjoy good rear door play. Mr. Neighbor feels the muscles of my
ass tighten beneath his palms and moves slowly, allowing me time
to stretch to accommodate him. Finally as I relax, and he picks
up the pace of his thrusts. Sticky sucking sounds blend with our
dialog and moans. I beg him to fuck me harder, beg for all of his
cock. I feel his sticky ball pressing tightly to me as he buries
himself in deep. His legs tremble and I know he can't prolong coming
for much longer. I move my fingers rapidly over my clit, crying
out again, this time in false orgasm.
The director senses that Mr. Neighbor is near done
in and signals for a position change. He steps away briefly, wiping
himself clean and adding fresh lube before stepping back into the
shot. I move to my back and turn slightly on my side as he rests
one knee by my shoulder. I wrap my small fingers around his length
and begin stroking him. I hold him tightly as I move my hand over
him, urging him to come on my face and tits. I flick my tongue out
over the swollen tip of his cock, coaxing the come from him. With
a shuddering shout he explodes over my lips, down my neck and across
my chest. I milk the last drops of cream from him while running
my fingers through the pearly trail on my tits.
The director shouts "Cut." Two set assistants step
in, one handing me a clean, wet cloth to help wipe away the sticky
and quickly cooled come. The other waiting on Mr. Neighbor, stroking
his ego by telling him how well he had performed. I chuckle slightly,
men and their fragile egos. I dress quickly and head for my car,
stopping briefly to pick up the script for the next flick................
Adventures to be continued.
