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 Mina is working herself up to a climax. She turns again to face me. We're almost at the point where I push her down and she hisses at me to fuck her the way a man should fuck a woman, almost like she's angry but it's all part of her over-hormonal drama. Make no mistake—I'm firehosing hormones and right on program with her. That's why Mina comes to me for her morning fuck. It helps both of us concentrate on the work ahead.
"Max!" someone calls down the hall at me. It's Dashka. She breaks off, giggling—I can hear her, but not see her. What do I care if she brings the whole crew to watch? It would turn Mina on, I know.
Mina has both arms under her blouse. Her bra hangs down as she undoes it so she can knead her tits and squeeze her nipples which are the color of those brown spots on overly ripe fruit. That's what Mina is, a woman, a ripe fruit, a green forest pear maybe, demanding that a fly (that's me) buzz on over to suck on her oozing juices. Her eyes are closed as she rocks with her mouth open in a state of sex-shock. Blood drains from her tan face as her first climax arrives. She jerks, shuddering—I can feel sharp tremors racing through her wiry little body. I know her. I will let her go through the first set of spasms, while she holds her tits and twists her nipples and cries out as if in pain—the agony of delirium, of breathless orgasm. With Mina, it’s a series of rolling orgasms. I need not worry about interrupting her when I push her onto her back. When I take charge, the way she wants me too. Her eyes open and she regards me with wide-eyed desire. Her mouth hangs open in shock. Why am I not shoving her down, she seems to demand. Why am I waiting? But I am taking my time, letting her roll through a long orgasm on my lap. I hold her buttocks in my palms and lift her up. She complies, rising so that her pussy forms a dripping ring around my cock. She reaches down with one hand and rubs her clitoral hood fast. She shudders and collapses in slow jerks as her first orgasm takes her.
"Mina," I said, "baby."
"Oh my god," she says amid the ruins of her orgasm, gasping for air and dizzy. "Fuck me, Max—fuck me, Max—fuck me, Max…"
Still holding her buttocks, I shift so that I'm out from under her. I want her to fall on her back on the couch. I want her to know I am taking charge of her little body, of her sex, of her orgasms, of her desires, of all that she wants and needs. It's not logic but orgasm. She mewls like a kitten, suddenly helpless, as I toss her down and she bounces on the thick cushions of this old couch that has held many people in its day, probably including generations of people fucking. It's a lusty old couch. Half-naked Mina reaches up toward me with twirly fingers and a hungry face. I don't go to her as she wants. I make it hard for her to contain her need. She wants me on her and in her right now, whaling away, but I'm stretching it out to bring her desire to the bursting point. She yells inarticulately. And again. It's another orgasm, bigger than the first. It's an orgasm driven by desire, not fulfillment. It's a cry for more. It's a helpless cry because she's nuts with emotion, with sex, with want, with cunt right now. Her head tosses from side to side, and her hair flies with it—beautiful auburn hair the color of, yes, forest honey.
I take her ankles and raise her legs over my left shoulder, so that I can insert my fingers in her wet and waiting cunt. I don't plan to do this long. She is still throwing herself from side to side, so that her hair flies. She is crying inarticulately. Her hands flail helpless from her half undone blouse to her hair to her Venus mound and to my mouth. Okay, I've built her up long enough, and my cock is throbbing for release. I feel, and hear, myself groaning like an animal in rut, like a crazy man slavering over a prize possession. For one more minute, I longingly examine the caramel expanse of her thighs and buttocks and the butterscotch slash of her cunt with its dark pussy lips. She reaches down with both hands, and spreads her labia so I can see the pink inside, so I can see bubbles of foam from her contraceptive and her natural cunt juices, the same mucus with which she oiled me up for a smooth entry.
We are ready. I let go, and she slams her heels down beside my thighs. I push her knees apart. She holds them wide open for me, eager to help me get inside her. I don't need any more guidance or lubrication. I'm ready. My prong moves forward as my hips slam against her bottom. My dick flies into her like a diver into the sea. Her loose cunt tightens around me, because she has muscles like sea kelp that grab my dick and massage it. It's like having hands kneading me. I groan. I bet my eyes are bulging. Then, one explosive groan after another, almost like a coughing fit, I come into her. She wants a lot more, and yells as she shoves her bottom against me. She is on her third or fourth orgasm, and we are yelling together while that old couch slams repeatedly against the wall. I am spent, and she relents. She could keep on going, but she has enough for now. She embraces my head and plants a wild flurry of wet kisses on my face. Her tongue does a victory lap inside my welcoming mouth. With one last, massive groan, I wrap my muscular arms and torso around her. She gets yet one more little orgasm out of this, as I shift position so I throw my legs out under her, and bring her up on top of me, so her ass is high in the breeze, and her thighs squeeze against mine. She jerks some more and yelps a little. With her last ounce of strength, she pushes my legs up as if she were fucking me. She straddles the bottoms of my thighs and squats against me, like a man peeing into a urinal, with her ankles on both sides of me and her body awkwardly bent in a sitting position. Now it's her fucking me with my own dick. She repeatedly slams her crotch against my crotch while my dick is still hard and inside of her, with my jiz running copiously like milk into her pussy hair. Which is when the housewife in her takes over and, with a yelp, she runs to get a kitchen towel so we won't totally ruin the couch with our juices. Mina is always a great fuck, and she enjoys it so much. I have thought of marrying her, but I know that would spoil the desperate hunger and spontaneity.
We have an odd, open relationship. She lets me bang whoever I want, whenever, and I've watched her get herself wet during many a shoot, but some things remain unspoken and true. We are what is commonly called fuck buddies, which is more than casual friends but less than a committed couple. What we have between us is working, that's all I can say. We rejoice in each other's arms.
"Time for work, Max," she says as if chiding me, while she wipes cum off her legs, my legs, the couch, and a few splashes off the tiled wall. I pull her down on me, embrace her, and hold her for a full two minutes. During that whole time the towel, wet with her pussy juice and my cum, is wrapped around my big limp dick between us. Mina is eager to begin work, but she cuddles against my chest and sighs for me. She looks over the rampart of my chest with large, mischievous, and pleased eyes. We tongue-kiss for a good little time until everyone down the hall starts laughing and yelling "Okay! Okay! Okay!" and clapping. It is the sex industry, after all.
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